Redhawk Caldera Rats and children follow me out of town

Lagan had no idea what the older wolves were talking about, but something did click inside of him. They seemed sad. Lagan didn't understand death or loss. He thought life was just a big fun thing, with milk and siblings and papa! He didn't know what there was to be sad about. Siblings didn't leave, and neither did papa or milk. Life was good. One day the Blackthorn boy would understand. Siblings, milk and papa, they could leave. It was entirely possible, and one day he would know why that made people hurt. For now, he stopped squeaking, seeing as neither Elwood or his newfound brother paid him much attention.

Sadness led to not much play it seemed, which led to a tired Tiarnach. The silver furred put stopped his wriggling and yawned, stretching out fully between his father's legs. He would nap right here, and hope that Whip would nap here too.