Redhawk Caldera Just a harmless prank...

His eyes were beginning to clear up. Now instead of seeing some light bits and some kinda not light bits, Titmouse could see -- well, lots of dark, because really the cave they'd moved to was a dank ass little place... But yeah, okay, he'd slept on it and after a few days, stuff had kind of cleared up. He couldn't make out who was who yet. Sometimes Tit still mistook the visiting shape of Eljay as his sister Raven, but a milk man was just as good as a milk lady, right?

Then his ears had done their thing, leaving Titmouse in a dumb stupor for a few hours at best. Both his ears were erect now. Adding to that the sliiiightly improved eyesight and his even slighter increase in balance, and he was good to roam! The boy couldn't go as far as say, the cave mouth. But this place had all sorts of new scents nearby, and cold feelings, and wet tastes, and there was a helluva lot more room so he could do all of his wriggling and rolling without pestering anyone!

Except, of course, when he chose to bee-line for the puppy pile and bowl in to his siblings, eager to get them up and rolling with him — which he did happily, with a gay little giggle screeching from his lungs instead of his usual screams!