Redhawk Caldera Thirty days in the dungeon!

It wasn't often that Elwood was left alone with the firebirds, since they were usually pretty demanding of Raven's milk supply, but presently she and Finley both had left the babies in the supposedly capable paws of the Alpha male. He found that it was endlessly entertaining to just watch the little lumps roll around and interact with each other. He had laughed quite a bit when Titmouse peed himself and sprinkled his siblings with a waterfall of urine.

After a few minutes, he realized that the responsible thing to do would be to clean the babies, now that the golden shower was over. With a chuckle, he reached out and pulled Towhee towards him, but stopped when he noticed that the puppy lying under her was oddly still. Not a single one of the babies had been motionless for more than 0.003 seconds since their birth, so his brows raised and he sucked in a sharp breath. "Crap," he whispered, now nudging Towhee to the side to give the other pup a panicked touch with his nose.

"Crap, crap, crap," he repeated. A puppy had died on his watch.