Redhawk Caldera my whole life is thunder.

Hope ya don't mind me crashing your party!

In fact, as Liffey had guessed, Lagan was eating bugs. Winter was well on its way but there were still a few hardy beetles here and there, in places only Lagan knew to look: under rocks and logs, in the mud at the edge of the caldera, and sometimes under the bark on trees. He sought them out and slurped them up, none the wiser to his potential as a naturalist for being able to even find them on the cusp of winter. Beetles were amusing and fun to munch on, and that was all that Lagan thought about as he prowled through the territory. Well, that and his next meal, which was always on his mind no matter the time of day.

When in his wandering he stumbled upon his twin and his elder brother (whom Lagan looked up to immensely, so much so that he hardly noticed Eljay's depression or worried about it), he trounced onto the scene with all the zest and pep he possessed. "Guess what!" he exclaimed, still possessing a hint of his trademark lisp, as he came to stand beside the prone Eljay, but before he could tell them all about the munchy bugs he'd found under a rock, the weight of what was happening smacked him like a board. His dark ears pressed back uncertainly. "What's the matter?"

His voice echoed Liffey's concern in that moment, but he had no idea what had just happened. His brows pulled higher over his bright green eyes as he turned them on the sobbing Eljay, and his form shrank even further. He hated when Eljay cried. It made him want to cry, too, and he whined softly to his elder sibling.