Redhawk Caldera it felt like springtime on this february morning

If he had known the world outside was this big and full of stuff, Titmouse would've tried harder to get away from the puppy pile sooner. He had been easily distracted by adult after adult, or his siblings, or the rocks inside the cave (some of which still held scrapes or missing chunks from where he'd attempted to consume them); but now, when Raven called out to the little ones, Titmouse was racing for this new adventure.

He had been trying to chew a small bone left behind by one of his caretakers, but found the porous material did not feel good on his teeth. When Raven called out, he got up to find her, and the bone hung from his mouth and dragged on the cave floor as he hobbled along. Eventually he found it too irritating to carry — his neck having to twist in a weird way, and his big stupid feet tripping on it every couple steps — so he dropped it just before reaching her.

Then, staring up at his dark sister, he shouted: WAIF! and wagged his little tail happily.