Redhawk Caldera we sleep until the sun goes down.

The world was dark and incredibly rude in most aspects, or so the little inky blob had decided shortly after being born. While Lucy was not truly capable of complex thoughts involving blame and the way the world worked, she was feisty about having been upheaved from the comfort of the womb and dropped into the bedding of life without so much as a warning. Since birth, her entire existence had been suckling and desperate attempts to kick her siblings in the skull with her wild swinging paws. On some occasions, she was successful at doing both in a single day.
 
The little creature could not hear or see, but she did find herself growing curious… and with curiosity came the weeble wobble of her little feet in every direction. Her dark body did look strange next to the paler greys of her siblings, and even her parents. While she did not know the dark wolf who had come to visit them, and even though she could not hear the words that he spoke, when Peregrine motioned towards her inky coat and made a joking remark, Lucy opened her mouth and squeaked as loud as she could.
 
After a breath, the pup bobbed her head and began to waggle a single paw at her sister’s face.