Redhawk Caldera we sleep until the sun goes down.

The wild-limbed child felt a bonk against her skull, and she instantly began to open and close her mouth like a plush version of a steel trap. Lucy’s hopes were to close her mouth on her sister’s head, though she was finding it rather difficult to do so when there was a flurry of movement occurring around her. Between Lagan’s constant attempts to nuzzle himself closer to their multi-nipple food source, and Liffey’s determination to latch her gums onto something that wasn’t a teat, Lucy was growing more and more frustrated. All the while, the inky spitfire was being eyeballed by her dark furred uncle.
 
Had she the capability to hear, speak, or truly understand the conversation that was happening between her father and Peregrine, Lucy would have chimed in with her own sarcastic quip about the names of her siblings. Instead, she – unknowingly – found herself chirping in the same manner as her sister. Her dark limbs were slowing their waggling, and her eyes were growing heavy with a sleepiness that she could not control.