Redhawk Caldera For... laughs?

This wasn't right at all. Titmouse couldn't exactly fix himself though - it would take time. Maybe some tea. Except that wolves couldn't brew a decent cuppa and they likely didn't know of the medicinal qualities of boiled herbs. Thus Titmouse might just survive this event without a voice at all! Oh the horror. Surely the adults would see Liffey as some kind of miracle worker if that were the case; he'd no longer be shrieking for hours at a time, being forced to give up his colicky, car-alarm voice for something more bearable.

The boy squawked and wiggled, but didn't say anything. His noises didn't stop but they were subdued, and the more and more Liffey fussed over him, the more and more likely the adults were to wake up and find them. The girl spoke and the babe gurgled. The closer her face got to him the more grabby he became, until Titmouse was lucky enough to latched his little mouth (freshly erupted baby teeth and all) upon the girl's shiny dark nose.