Redhawk Caldera rising of the moon

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Lagan was lazing about in the Blackthorn den, dozing in a pile of pups and dreaming about the terrific Tapat. His crush, the prettiest most exciting boy he'd ever known. He would go visit him again soon. He had to. He wanted to spend as much time with his family and the new kids as possible, but also with Tapat. So he would divide his time wisely, spending most time at home and taking a couple days at a time to travel south. He was having a dream about him and Tapat flying circles around the sun when he woke up.

One of the small silver blobs near him was screeching again, the one who Lagan thought was named Mathematics. It was squirming about and then it stopped. Lagan peered down at it, worried at first that something was wrong. But then he realized that it's eyes were open! The late bloomer had done it! He shifted to face her, sticking his big head down so that it basically was all she saw. Hey Math! You got some bug eyes dude! He said, admiring his baby sister's blank stare.