Redhawk Caldera Because I'm tacky

She was too out of it to react to being squished, aside from an indignant snort and whimper. Even when Nightjar remained halfway sprawled over her backside, Wildfire didn't move or make a sound, which was highly unusual for her. She just tried to curl more tightly into a ball, her forepaws jerking forward to drape over her eyes and snout.

But one problem did arise: she began to feel uncomfortably warm and feverish. She couldn't bear her brother's hot, heavy weight on her anymore. At last, Wildfire opened her mouth and squeaked, then weakly kicked a hind leg right into his flabby gut.