Redhawk Caldera cardinal direction

Anyone but hoping for @Towhee!

Lagan was bigger now, almost a year old. Two more months and he was practically an adult. His lisp was withering away, if he tried hard enough he could probably rid himself of it, now it was more of a lazy habit than a problem. His silvery grey fur was becoming less downy and more slick. His puppy fat was becoming muscle, his big apple green eyes well, they were still big and green. Not everything had changed, but he was definitely an adolescent now, and soon enough, a young man.

Lagan was poking around the rendezvous site, bored out of his wits. Ever since he'd gone out exploring that one time, he'd been rather restless. The pups were getting older, he felt like they didn't need him as much, and so he was trying to find something new, his own thing. It seemed like everyone he knew was good at something, and even though he didn't like to admit it, Lagan didn't really have a talent. He'd only come to that conclusion this very day, thus the reason for his bored sulking.

The blackthorn boy decided he had to do something to get his mind off of his talent predicament, so he did what he knew best. Play. He bounded over to where Towhee and some of the other pups were, and he prodded the black and red furred girl eagerly. His tail wagging behind him, he hoped she would be down to play.