Redhawk Caldera Who did the thing?

Orca's eyes had opened an hour or two before Titmouse's, and she had spent the time since then rolling from side to side and looking at everything that she could. Of course, her vision was not at all clear, but it was nice to be able to match shapes and shadows with the smells that she was so familiar with.

As usual, Titmouse was hollering his little head off, so Orca turned and stared at him unblinkingly with her milky blue eyes. This was the first death glare Titmouse would receive from his sister -- but it was certainly not the last.