Redhawk Caldera Beneath the black sea

Anybody who'd be in the den. :D

Fidget was still blind and deaf, but he certainly wasn't unaware of the world. He had begun to subconsciously keep track of the routine. There was the coming and going of the various adults, feeding time, sleeping time, and exploring time. The latter was an obvious favorite as Phox spent as much of his time as he could tasting and feeling anything and everything in the den.

He was squirming on top of one of the adults right now, though it wasn't obvious how he had gotten up there in the first place. It was more difficult to balance up here (versus on the den floor), but it was also warmer and softer. Soon, Phox was sledding down the ribcage of his victim, paws splayed out in an attempt to steady himself.