Redhawk Caldera Thirty days in the dungeon!

Per usual, she wasn't left to cry for long. Someone nudged her and Towhee cooed, announcing her joyful acceptance of the coming bath. But... it didn't happen. She felt warm puffs of air against her little body but they weren't really drying her effectively. Her dark brow scrunched as the wilds' tiniest executioner rolled onto her back again and pedaled her stumpy little legs. In case that didn't call attention to her, her small mouth opened in a disgruntled bleat.