Redhawk Caldera Fuzzy Trouble-butts

Hearing and sight were not the only senses Wildfire currently lacked. She did not possess a sense of time either. She had no idea that it was late afternoon, nor that she was already growing and developing in minute ways. She just ate, slept and pooped, although not necessarily in that order. Sometimes she ate while she slept. Sometimes she pooped while she slept. She did a lot of that (sleeping), only really waking when something or other disturbed her snooze fest. During her brief waking moments, Wildfire always made her presence known with a seemingly endless array of vocalizations, all of them high-pitched.

She was already awake just now when she sensed movement in the den. Wildfire continued suckling for a moment, then unlatched with a gasp. She burped, then promptly turned away from the milk bar and began scooting parallel to her mother's belly. Wildfire climbed up and over anything in her path, including her siblings. She was quite determined to get somewhere, her little black tail sticking out behind her like a poker. Little did she know that her current destination was Somnia's right forepaw.