Redhawk Caldera Beneath the black sea

When Raven stood up, Fidget lost his balance and did a somersault the rest of the way to the den floor. He squeaked when he landed on his back, tubby sausage body flailing wildly as he tried to right himself. Bending his spine left and right several times eventually got him to where he was upright again, and Phox snorted, blowing a small puff of dust up off the floor.

He couldn't feel anything warm and soft around him anymore, and his little head wobbled on his neck (or lack thereof). He sniffed at the air, but a particle of dirt had found its way there, so he sneezed once, twice, thrice, and then four times. The last time, his head hit the ground, which probably looked pretty dang comical.