Redhawk Caldera Beneath the black sea

She didn’t let go of him. In fact, she gripped him tightly, and Fidget gasped when he managed to wriggle himself just a little bit out of her grasp. Now, at least, his lungs weren’t being compressed by his well-meaning wet nurse. The sensation of her tongue across his fur was a familiar, comforting one, and Phox stilled for a few precious seconds. When she groomed between his ears, he twitched them.

He, of course, had no idea what was going on through her head. Hell, he barely knew what was going on in his own head. He was still limited to very basic range of emotions and thought—something that would change gradually over the next few months.