Redhawk Caldera you, you'll be blessed

"Good!" chirped the little Blackthorn, who rarely ever had a different answer to that question. He was perpetually good, and unaffected by the general solemnity of the rest of the pack. He missed Guncle Pee, of course, and he was well aware that things weren't really the same with him gone, but the permanence of death was still lost on him enough that he wasn't all that sad about it. Things were Eljay were kind of weird, but once again, Lagan was mostly incapable of taking it personally. Whatever made his older brother not want to play with him much anymore was his own business.

Raven's observation drew a giggle from Lagan as he flopped his rear end down to the ground. "I always look like this!" he explained, twisting his head around to gaze at said bushy tail fondly. It had once been thin and whip-like, but now it was as full and fluffy as Eljay's, and Lagan was quite proud of it indeed. "Silly goddad," he playfully admonished her, as if she could possibly think his eyes were ever not bright green and his tail was ever not bushy.