Redhawk Caldera fits of fire and falling feathers

family and those who would be allowed near the den

As wild as it had been to be forced out of the womb and into the open world, Lucy was coming to realize that life was not so bad. Aside from the rogue limb that would swat at her face, or the soft gums of her brother or sister gnawing on her body, the inky Blackthorn had quite the cushy life. She was permitted to sleep for long hours of the day and night. There was a plush stomach that she could nuzzle into when she grew tired or cold – conveniently enough, this stomach also provided her with sustenance.
 
Enjoying the array of motion that her little limbs were capable of, the young blob would find herself absently swinging her arms around until they slapped against one of her siblings, or against her mother. Once this happened several times in a row, Lucy opted to the taste-test game.
 
Seeing as her sense of taste and touch were the strongest senses that she possessed in her ripe age, the inky youth made it a goal to wobble around near her mother’s belly and put as many things in her mouth as was possible. On that very day, it happened to be a small clump of fur that caused her to gag, a piece of bedding… that also caused her to gag. As well as her sister’s tail. Surprisingly enough, this also caused her to gag.