Redhawk Caldera my whole life is thunder.

Lagan didn't really understand what was going on, but when Eljay lifted his head and his tear-streaked face broke into a smile, Lagan grinned goofily back. It didn't take long to put the entire thing out of his mind; Eljay was no longer upset, Liffey was no longer looking at him like he'd broken mom's favourite vase, and all was well again. The boy bounded the few steps to Eljay and butted his head against his elder sibling's skull, only to draw back and beam at them both.

"I found some beetles!" he announced with his tail merrily slapping his own hindquarters (and probably Liffey's as well). His trademark lisp was still there, particularly when he was excited, and it promised to hang around at least into his early adulthood, but he scarcely even noticed it. "They're under the rocks! Wanna come eat some with me?"

There was nothing more fun than eating, and there was nothing in the world better than eating with family. Even if eating bugs was kind of immature, and kind of gross.