Redhawk Caldera we sleep until the sun goes down.

Suddenly there was another voice, but once again it was just faint peeping to him. Like his siblings Lagan couldn't hear much yet, just the outlines of sound. Lagan found himself freed from the mouth, but his twin was bulldozing him the next chance she got. He continued to roll, towards mommy luckily. He had reached his goal! He reached out with his short front legs and pulled himself forwards with little white paws. Away from his now agonized screaming sibling, Lagan had found his favorite wolf. Mommy. He crawled practically into her stomach, burying his head in her fur. Finally a he found a teet, and he latched himself on. Kneading his paws quietly, like a good boy.

After he ate his fill, Lagan attempted to crawl up closer to milk bag, but a flailing limb knocked him over. He was rolling again, this time over onto his side and into Lucy. Unable to flip himself back over, he joined in the angry flailing limbs of his siblings, and high pitched chirping.