Redhawk Caldera Not a wing flapper in sight.

While his life was much the same as it had been before, the partial opening of his eyes was enough to bring new wonders about that the tiny boy was entranced by. At first it had been far too scary, the sudden appearance of blinding light, but after a while he had began to grow accustomed to it. Things were still blurry, but he was able to make out slight figures among the haze of this new skill.

Often the dark blob that he recognised as his brother wriggled toward the source of the light but Cinder found himself content to remain by the familiar side of his mother - after all, who knew what lay out there in the bright open? 

Suddenly there was movement in the blurred vision of the youth as a new figure came into view, blocking some of the light with their body and bringing with them a foreign scent that intruiged his senses. What was that smell? A small squeak erupted from his tiny muzzle, leaning forward as though to sniff at the unknown thing's blob of a body.