Redhawk Caldera my toes is froze.

Finley offered a nudge, though it was less about comfort than moving the little girl away. Towhee's lip wobbled, though she was soon within Lagan's warm, comforting clutches, pressed in alongside her brothers and sister. Squeezed against them, she felt a little better, though she twisted around until she could mash her damp face against Lagan's chest. Without realizing what she was doing, she rooted around his ribs, absently searching for a teat.

She didn't find one, of course, and Towhee ended up jamming her own paw in her mouth to suckle. It pacified her, for now, and the deeper than usual gloom made the child drowsy despite the commotion. It wasn't long before she drifted into sleep, albeit a slightly restless one due to the pinch of hunger already starting to gnaw at her belly.