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The bouncy boy trounced along a deer path near to the Blackthorn den, burning excess energy from his excessively large breakfast. Lagan was growing rapidly and his interests were expanding—he particularly liked the stories of his extended family—but he was still a young boy who loved to eat. His boundless energy would no doubt continue into his adulthood.

A sound made him pause in his frolicking, ears lifted, and then with a wide grin he popped back out in front of the den just in time to spot Raven approaching. Boisterous as ever, Lagan headed toward her with fluffy tail wagging and greeted her with an exuberant shout of, "hey, goddad!" because he almost kind of sort of didn't know the difference between godfather and godmother yet (or that Raven wasn't necessarily either of those yet).