Redhawk Caldera Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out?

When no further stimulation happened, Towhee gradually fell still and began to drift. She had just barely begun snoozing when a weight pressed against her recently emptied belly. She jerked and squawked, disliking it when her feet were touched. Without conscious thought—Towhee didn't have many of those yet—she kicked her limbs, forcing the warm, soft weight off her.

The force caused her to roll onto her side facing the unseated Phox. Towhee grunted, abandoning her quest to roll onto her back and sleep. Instead, she began scooting across the floor, suddenly wide awake again and eager to explore. Her head almost immediately butted into her brother's, well, butt.