Redhawk Caldera Under the tree, at the top of the hill

Sure he tried. Ben didn't really try though. Anything that came out of his mouth was just an accident. Hell, sometimes he was sure that he'd been an accident altogether. Surely they wouldn't have thought the runt of the litter to become the biggest, fattest bloke? He was a walking joke. He pulled back when Lagan lifted, head pulled back and ears questioningly swiveling about on a low level. What about a nap? He proposed. He wasn't really an active wolf anymore, and though he had his moments of uncontrollable energy, those moments were only triggered by fantastical events.