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"Of coooourse he will!" lisped Lagan around the cockroach in his mouth. He almost dropped it a couple times on account of its spindly little legs tickling his tongue and his gums, but somehow managed to keep a precarious grip on it. It took exactly three seconds for him to exert too much pressure and crush it. Oh well. Eljay would like it half-minced too, Lagan was sure of it.

He was tickled absolutely pink when Liffey, despite her disgusted expression and her dainty way of walking around the rock, picked up a beetle. Body thrumming with approval, the male twin swung around and boisterously said, "c'mon!" as he began to thud his way back to where Eljay rested. Lagan was certain his elder brother would just love the bugs they'd picked out for him. That other wolves weren't overly fond of eating bugs had yet to really click with him. He thought they were great, so obviously, so did everybody else!

When he delivered the crushed cockroach to the ground in front of resting Eljay's paws, he noted that a leg was still twitching, and was immensely proud of his efforts. Even if the cockroach was more slobber and guts than roach. Which it was.