Redhawk Caldera Twelve years dungeon.

eyy puppo!

Unlike his twin sister, Lagan loved the baby firebirds.

They were so extremely adorable. Everyone of them was like a little potato for Lagan to love and covet. He liked to bury himself in their puppy pile, and gave them all the attention he could spare. When he wasn't sulking about with boredom, playing with Liffey or his immediate family, or eating, Lagan was playing with the babies.

Right now he was very interested in watching the little angsty boy, who was taking out his anger on a pile of pebbles. Lagan giggled out loud when the boy managed to stuff an entire rock in his mouth. Lagan stood up and shook out his silvery grey fur, then trotted over to the pup. That's impressive. I wanna try. He said with a lisp, squatting down and grabbing a rock in his mouth. His mouth was much bigger than little screamo's so his mouth didn't puff up like the little boy's did. Thus he grabbed another one. With one on the inside of either of his chubby cheeks, Lagan smiled a rocky smile at the pup.