Redhawk Caldera Twelve years dungeon.

Titmouse had a very interesting voice on him, something that the silver furred boys had in common. Lagan had his lisp, Titmouse had his... whatever one would call the noise he was making. He continued to howl with his little friend, but stopped when he noticed some of his family members looking at him. His awoooooooo crescendoed down from a 10 to a 1 in a few seconds, and with a embarrassed smile, he whispered Sorry.

When he turned back to Titmouse, the boy was crooning so hard that he fell over backwards right into his pile of rocks. Lagan's eyes widened and he scampered forwards to the pup's side. Nudging him gently, Lagan gave Titmouse an affectionate lick, then nosed him upright. Deciding that it was perhaps time to take a break, Lagan laid back down on his side, his fluffy stomach was an inviting nook for the pup to hide in. Lets take a nap ok buddy? He said, his tail thumping happily.