Redhawk Caldera madmax

BABY SIB!!

It was possibly the dreariest day in history, but there was at least one wolf who was loving it. The rain over He snow had caused some areas of the ground to grow icy, and that meant slippery. Lagan had found a particularly slippery patch in the more plains like land of Redhawk Caldera, and was sliding back and forth over it. It was super fun, and he was really enjoying himself, even though the real world was grayscale, Lagan’s world was still Kodachrome.

At some point he turned his head and stopped laughing, just in time to see a small gray figure walking towards the border not too far off. He knew the pups were getting more and more restless, but they still weren’t allowed to stray too far. When Lagan was a little pup and he had strayed to the border, he’d been attacked by a monster. He wouldn’t let that happen to any of his babies, no way. He sped towards the pup and realized he was dealing with Clover, the girl with the eyes like his except darker.

Hey Clover! Where’re you going. You’re not allowed by the border ya know. He said as he slowed down to a trot, moving towards her calmly. He didn’t want to be a buzzkill, but the pup’s safety came before their fun. Wow, Lagan really was maturing.