Redhawk Caldera Neverland

"Wump," the cub blurted out, once his father was done cleaning his nose. Then, as if mimicking his actions, he stuck his little tongue out too and touched his nose. "Rmph..." he growled, when he was lifted in the air and moved somewhere - he flailed his feet, frustrated by his own helplesness and the utter rudeness of this big black shadow, ready to protest again, when... he realized that he was back to, where he was supposed to be - by his mother's side. He sighed in relief and busied himself with eating. Once the rest of the gang were awake, he would not have such a good chance to feed as now. 


ooc: last post from me, but we can have a new one?