Redhawk Caldera stay; silvering

A new sort of awareness hit him when the day came for him to be unleashed upon the outside world. Everything he knew changed. He learned the brief flick of cold air, and the weight of his own body that kept him firmly against something that was soft, but harder than what he was used to. He coughed and spluttered and with needling cries, he inhaled the cool air- and came to know the scents of those who loved him most. 

Air wasn’t enough. He sucked in breaths of air and cried out, only to find himself rubbed and soothed and nudged until his muzzle found warmth, and soon thereafter, sustenance. 

Ponyboy lived. He kneaded with tiny paws and squealed through his nose in pleasure as he filled his belly. He sought warmth, found himself surrounded by it once again, and settled into his new home.