Redhawk Caldera There are foxes on my sockses

Blind and deaf, the derp wriggled closer to his father. He didn't know where he was going, nor what he was getting himself into, but he went anyway, wriggling and squirming and worming his way toward the wolf he would someday call "Dud." He didn't hear the shrieks of his red sister, nor did he even understand that she was related or that she was red. To him, everything was either a warm entity or a cold entity. The warm ones were good and gave him fuzzy feelings. Some of the warm entities even gave him food.

When he bumped into one of the larger warm entities, his little nose booping Dud's side.