Redhawk Caldera Thirty days in the dungeon!

PP'ing Raven with permission. Open to siblings or other adults?

It was very early in the morning. So early that the sun hadn't popped up yet - maybe early enough to be confused with the very-late evening. Time really didn't matter anymore; probably not to @Raven, who had been caring for the six puppies of the apocalypse, and certainly not for the bundles of piss and vinegar themselves. When their exhausted caretaker decided to step out for a breather, it was like Titmouse decided: Now is the time to strike!

He was wide awake. Whatever possessed him to scream endlessly had been exorcised (likely just a temporary fix), so instead of bellowing in to the dark of the den, Titmouse was sort of... Rasping. Peeping. And, actually, peeing. He was on his back, wedged between @Oriole and @Towhee, and with a little wiggle of his bottom, decided to relieve the pressure that had built up down there. From afar he looked like one of those Italian cherub sculptures you'd see if you toured Florence — the best part? It was getting everywhere.