Redhawk Caldera Never be the same

Now that he could hear, Fidget felt like the world was some kind of crazy sensory overload experiment. Twilight had settled in, and with it came colder temperatures. Somewhere in the distance, Phox heard a sound that immediately got his attention. He didn't know it right then and there, but he was hearing his very first howl—likely made by one of the adults alerting the others about food or foes.

As soon as the last note died down, Phox attempted his own version of that ancient song, spurred by centuries (if not millennia) of instinctual behavior. The sound was high-pitched and squeaky, but he managed to get something out. The other pups were likely to join in as well, if they were awake enough to hear.