Redhawk Caldera Not a wing flapper in sight.

Each of the little boys seemed intrigued by Towhee's presence in the den. A soft smile curved her lips as she watched Tywyll squirm toward her. Cinder stayed put beside their mother, though she could see his nose wriggling. She could definitely make out a tiny sliver of blue beneath their dusky eyelids. She wondered just how well they could see and how soon before they could hear. She couldn't quite recall the timelines with the Betas' last litter.

Moving slowly so as to avoid startling him, Towhee freed a forepaw to gently boop Tywyll's snoot. Not wanting to make Cinder feel left out, she then bent toward him and blew gently in his face.