Redhawk Caldera we go where we want to.

At first Lagan was horrified to hear that the Blackthorn's were moving. He didn't like change, it frightened him. And their old den was so cozy and warm. He'd been born there. He protested a bunch when the proposal first sparked, but now that they were actually moving, the small grey furred boy was growing excited. Plus he would feel safer, closer to the center of the territory. Where there would be no monsters to take him. Papa hadn't returned with Lucy yet, but he was sure that he would. Positive. Papa never seemed to disappoint him.

So off they went, mommy and Eljay lead him and Liffey to their new home. It started out great, lots of fun, Lagan explored every nook in every tree, his mom having to nudge him along. But then he got tired. Walking was boring! It seemed they'd never get there! When they finally did, his little white paws were tired and barely moved. He groaned and fell over onto his side as dramatically as possible, just affect. Tireeedddd ughhhhh. He pouted lifting his head to see if anyone cared.

But when he saw his sister, who had already seemed to perk up, he too grew a bit less tired. Pups were like that, one second they were on the cusp of sleep, the next they were off like a bullet. With a giggle, those 'excruciatingly tired paws' bounced their way over to Liffey where he head butted her into a patch of tall grass. He watched her disappear into it, and a large gummy smile appeared on his face.

Haha you looooth! He lisped, sticking out his long pink tongue in his twin's face. All traces of that bored weariness had disappeared as he played, and he almost forgot completely about Lucy.