Redhawk Caldera Thirty days in the dungeon!

She lapsed into contented silence when bath time finally arrived. She would never know she'd accidentally drowned her own sister in their brother's urine. Well-fed and now freshly washed and dried, Towhee tumbled into the sleep of the carefree and innocent. She surely wouldn't sleep long—she tended to require feeding every hour on the hour—but, for now, she became nothing more than a sated, fuzzy blob on the den floor.