Redhawk Caldera we're on the island of misfit toys

Elwood subconsciously took a step back, letting Lagan greet and interact with his cousin independently. Although they weren't truly related by blood, the bond of family seemed more important than ever now that Peregrine was gone. He hoped that the Blackthorns and Redhawks would remain close, no matter what happened in the future.

"Almost five months old," Lagan replied proudly, and Elwood was pleased to note that his lisp seemed to be less noticeable. It was bittersweet, since it indicated that his youngest son was growing up; but he couldn't complain about the way he was turning out. He was spunky, polite, and positive, and was sure to be a productive member of the pack as he got older. Elwood watched as the boy peered up at Raven and cheekily asked, "How old are you?"