Redhawk Caldera Twelve years dungeon.

Lagan made a strange choking sound that was supposed to be a laugh when as he watched the pup spit out his rock along with a whole lot of gunky brown stuff. It was pretty gross, but also really cute, and luckily Lagan didn't care about gross. The cute was all the mattered to him. He almost spat out all his rocks, but managed to hold them in. Waithpl. He said, attempting the word, wait, with two rocks in his mouth. He then reached down to Titty's pile and picked up another rock. With a bit of a struggle, Lagan managed to shove yet another rock, though it was smaller than the other two, into his mouth.

He looked down at Titty, his ears perked and his tail wagging. If his face wasn't completely stuffed, he would've bragged, but all he could do was look proud.