Redhawk Caldera hey child, stay wild

After coming out of the dark cave, everything was so bright. The world was a winter wonderland, and out of all the babes, Titmouse had already made up his mind about the strange cold-wet stuff; he didn't like it. But then he spied a yellow streak in the snow and was captivated. Before anything fun could happen he was shooed away from the lemon-yellow band of color; he made a dive towards his siblings next, but it was a moment of subterfuge — once Raven's attention drifted from him, Titmouse rebounded for the brightly colored patch. What would it taste like? He reached it within moments and then, dumbly, slammed his face in to the pile of snow thinking that it would crunch like the rest - not realizing that the urine would've frozen in to a thin band of ice, nor that hitting his face against such a thing would hurt like the dickens.