Redhawk Caldera we're on the island of misfit toys

In a filing cabinet in the back of her mind, there was a medical record titled "Eljay." Raven jotted down her uncle's words in said file, right before putting it away as a distraction presented itself in the form of Lagan. He looked a lot like his dad and older brother, yet the difference between Eljay and Lagan here was like night and day. The yearling dropped her head to sniff noses with him, tail waving. Despite the issues troubling the Blackthorns, little Lagan looked bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, the perfect specimen of a healthy young boy.

"It's so nice to meet you, Lagan," the she-wolf said genuinely. "How old are you?" she wondered, tilting her head. It was no trouble at all to keep the smile pasted on her lips, as there was something innately cheerful about this young wolf's presence.

Lemme know if I've mis-characterized him! >>;