Redhawk Caldera The sun is bright, our shirts are clean

Little Lyric had become a bit more mobile in recent days, crawling about the den until he grew tired or hungry - which came rather quickly, so these spouts of movement never lasted too long.


Still blind and still deaf, this new discovery of movement came with it's troubles. Today Lyric had taken a new route towards a new wall, and when boredom told him to get back to eating he quickly decided that he was lost - though his mother was not far at all. Wailing, little limbs shook about like a miniature tantrum.