Redhawk Caldera you teach me and i'll teach you.

With limited senses, Towhee had no idea what anybody—caretakers or siblings—looked like or how loud the den could get. She only knew that she was mostly warm and comfortable; that the fluid she sucked into her mouth tasted so good she never wanted to stop eating; and that the world smelled pretty dank. Without any basis for comparison, she didn't really mind the latter bit.

She slept 92% of the time but during the other 8%, Towhee's personality began to emerge and shine. She preferred to rest on her back, for instance, and would protest if righted right before rolling herself bellyup again. Oddly, she didn't like her feet being touched and cried the instant someone so much as breathed on her little exposed toes. She quieted the instant it stopped, to be fair.

Unlike some (if not most) of her siblings, she didn't like to make a lot of noise otherwise. Presently, the dark girl somehow managed to curl her stout little body so that she touched her own toes. She bleated in distaste at first, then the unusualness of the sensation caused her to grow quiet. She felt herself out and, within seconds, Towhee was making a strange giggling noise.