Redhawk Caldera my toes is froze.

Although she wasn't aware of it, Towhee's senses of sight, smell, taste and touch were developing more rapidly in the absence of hearing. Her vision was now crystal clear and sharp, second only to her ability to sift through and identify various scents. Taste and touch were a bit more nebulous but she was still remarkably sensitive to both. She was becoming such an astute student of her environment that it still wasn't obvious that anything was amiss.

Today might be the day that someone finally noticed. She felt the rumbling but it didn't feel much different than the everyday footfalls of her brethren as they moved around the cave. Towhee was so unaffected, in fact, that she yawned hugely and stretched where she lay sprawled on the cave floor. She didn't hear the crash of the avalanche, nor her godmother's screams. She only sat up when the cavern was suddenly plunged into a deep and breathless gloom.

Technically down two senses, Towhee immediately used her nose (via both smell and touch) to locate @Phox. She pressed closer to her litter mate, mouthing along his jawbone as if to query, What's going on? She squinted into the darkness, trying to make out shapes in the noiseless black and otherwise make sense of the atmospheric shift.