Heron Lake Plateau cruisin' through the alley

He didn't really know what to make of their new digs. The whole territory was very...moist, compared to the caldera. Lucca's expression shifted into some form of mild disgust every time his paw sunk into a hidden puddle beneath the water-logged ground. One such time was now, and the Blackthorn stumbled over his own leg, falling face first into one such puddle. The lake was pretty enough, and the plump birds that fringed its borders would make for some tasty meals, but the boy wasn't sure how many times he'd be able to tolerate an unexpected face full of mud.

Speaking of...

He quickly swiped his clean leg across his face before trotting in the direction Tegan's summons had come from, albeit hesitantly. His brother had been so moody lately, and the whole incident at the borders made Lucca almost feel guilty on behalf of his rowdy siblings. He didn't want to cause his parents — nor Towhee — any more stress; if only he could convince the rest of his litter to just chill the heck out. Coming upon both Tegan and Clover, the boy flashed them a cheerful, slightly nervous smile. They were planning something, he could tell.