Arrow Lake i've only opened up legs before

Stag puffed his chest again, waiting for Praimfaya to guess: her first guess elicited an airy scoff. Him? Butt-kicked? The idea was inconceivable. Of all the lake brats, Stag liked to think himself the most formidable -- who would even put him in his place, his brothers?

He'd like to think not.

He shook his head slowly, imparting grave importance in the gesture. It was a stark change from the teasing of before, though there was still a glint to his gaze. He stretched like a cat, his tail wagging. "Nope." He wanted to draw out the suspense just a little longer, but he was too impatient to share his good news... so... standing stiff, Stag sucked in a breath and blurted: "I got named. I'm Stag now, according to my Papa."

He looked to Praimfaya carefully, hiding his need to be validated -- but it was there as he weighed her reaction, waiting for praise or indifference.