Redhawk Caldera and a happy new year [birth]

No one seemed to notice the mess she'd made, or at least nobody made an effort to clean it up. Although still fast asleep, Towhee began to squirm uncomfortably as she marinated in her own feces. The puddle of excrement quickly cooled and this finally roused her. She wailed, though the tiny foot in her mouth went a long way to muffle the sound.

Now that she was as awake as it was possible for a newborn wolf cub to be, the poop-slathered Towhee began to wriggle a little wildly. She not only wanted the cold, sticky goop off her, she also wanted the ache in her belly to go away. As she writhed on the floor, bumping into other warm bodies, her paw dropped from her wrinkly face and the next cry that burst from her was so loud that even the deaf (such as herself) might hear it.