Redhawk Caldera Because I hate procedural cop shows!

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The position of her sleep cycle was the only reason she stirred when she was bumped by a plush little body in the relative darkness. She began to curl one formerly stretched foreleg closer to herself at the disruption, but stopped once a few centimetres of weighted resistance let her know that she was in the midst of dragging a puppy closer, too. Her dark eyelids fluttered open as she sleepily half sat up on one shoulder, craned her neck, and searched for the downy fur of a Firebird with her cold, wet nose. It would be a few seconds before her eyes could properly adjust to the low light of the cave, but her nose quickly found fur and blew a warm puff of air through it. Towhee smelled a bit like a hamster.