Redhawk Caldera You'll be always on my mind

He stirred a little at the presence of someone else in the den. Not that he saw or heard—even with their respective disabilities, his mom and grandma were still a sense or two ahead of him—but he definitely felt the vibrations in the floor and in the air. More warmth pressed against his own.

It was nice. Cozy. He might not hear nor understand any of the words, but they could go on talking forever. He wouldn't mind. 

Killdeer yawned, stretched, then let out a toot that was dangerously close to — Nope, that was definitely a shart. Sorry, y'all.