Redhawk Caldera A slice left if you want it

Tiarnach giggled with joy. He had done it! He had caught the tongue. At first he simply sat with the tongue, admiring a job well done. But then he wanted it all for himself! Uncle P could not have it back! The small Blackthorn stood on his short little legs and began to pull, hoping that Lucy's secret dad would just let go! Small playful growls rumbled in his tummy as he held onto the pink fleshy thing. He had no idea that Peregrine could've just taken it back. He thought that his uncle must just be really weak or something. He whipped around when his father pried at his back.

And it tickled! Now thinking they were going to have a tickle fight, Lagan let go of his uncle's tongue and rolled over, exposing his white stomach. He quite enjoyed these times with the adults. Other times they would just talk, or yell. He hated those times, where he'd sit and wonder why they didn't just play with him and his sisters. But that was out of sight and out of mind as he laughed, grinning his signature toothless smile up at the two males. Boo apa! He exclaimed as loud as he could.