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

Phox's tiny baby paws kneaded at Raven's side, encouraging the milk to flow while he had his fill. When his belly was round and full, he sighed happily, detaching from Raven and scooting himself close to Towhee's side for warmth and comfort. He stilled for a split second, squirmed for another five minutes or so, then twitched as he dreamt of crawling around on the den floor.