Redhawk Caldera Fuzzy Trouble-butts

The acrid smell of her brother's mess reached her nose, but it meant little to the tiny blackbird at this point. She continued to fumble blindly about, frequently falling over as she lost her balance on the weak, shaky legs that still didn't quite work properly. After a moment, she bumped face-first into something hard, bony, and fuzzy, causing her to tumble over again. Slowly and clumsily, she pulled herself up and began exploring this strange thing -- which was, in fact, Somnia's other paw -- sniffing it, prodding it with her muzzle, pushing on it with her tiny paws, chewing it with her soft gums.