Redhawk Caldera Serenade to the cobwebbed chandelier.

going to pp jr in this just because it's easier — feel free to pp her as well! <3

the sniffing of his grandmother did not stir him, and though her bellow had drawn him into the realm between awake and asleep, tzar lets out a low snore, foreleg tossed over his eyes; sprawled out unceremoniously. it wasn't until the sharp nip of ghost at his right ear — drawing blood — that the crownore princeling roused from sleep, groggily pushing to his paws.

what?! what? 'm up. his eyelids droop and he gives a himself a shake as ghost hops from his mother, obviously having gotten the same nip to her ear —

though it does not fall beyond tzar's notice that while he was bleeding, towhee jr, alert and alarmed as she rises beside him, is not.

what's wrong? he asks OG towhee as he draws nearer, shadowed by his mother.