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

Once he was free of the messy hairball, Titmouse could breathe easier. He remained plopped on his back with his limbs flailing a little, like an awkward turtle having lost its ability to flip over; meanwhile, Raven grabbed hold of Phox and made sure to inspect the other child for any serious damages. By the time she was done, Titmouse had fallen in to a half-sleep and was making tiny gurgling baby noises between his phlegmy little snores. Phox — and Raven for that matter — was safe from the dangers that the little nipper posed, for now.