Redhawk Caldera Thirty days in the dungeon!

With his bladder emptied, a sense of calm briefly suspended his less savory desires (such as picking up where he left off on the screaming thing). Titmouse was unaware of the struggles his siblings faced, or their discomfort. To be fair though he didn't realize he even had siblings, so small was his understanding of the universe. When the dampness of his own urine started to sink in though, Tit realized how uncomfortable he felt; plus his nose worked wonders (as opposed to his other senses for the time being) and he hastily decided that he did not like the smell of ammonia. So began the screams.

Meanwhile, Fake Dad #1 was freaking out and fussing over the limp biscuit called Stoat, but Titmouse remained oblivious.