Redhawk Caldera A-a-and clean this place up or dungeon!

Although he could not hear his brother's shrieks, Fidget did feel Screech writhing beside him. It was that movement that got his attention and stirred his curiosity. Now that he had caught his breath, Phox crawled over to his brother, his nose coming into contact with Tit's. The smell—blood—was unlike anything he'd ever encountered. Being the curious child that he was, Fidget stuck his tiny tongue out to taste the coppery liquid, well-acquainted with the taste of dirt that also lingered there. Unknowingly, he was lapping up Screech's bloody nose.