Heron Lake Plateau to the door, in the floor

Rolled in tabletop and the dice gods were nice to Lucca :')

While not as cocksure as his brother, Lucca did indeed have a proud streak. It had been chipped away at slowly but surely since his puphood, as most of his attempts to do...well, anything usually ended in failure. But, if anything, the Blackthorns were a stubborn persistent bunch. He loosed a cheery laugh as he heard his pack mate join in on the ruckus they were causing, glad she was quick to figure out the reason behind his sudden battle charge.

Oblivious to the kind gesture of her allowing him to spot their target, Lucca did a quick reconnaissance of the few lingering birds before letting out a bark as he suddenly saw the fowl - its tell-tale injured wing flapping uselessly by its side. Hurriedly, the boy leapt towards their prey. They were still in the shallows here, and he wasn't about to allow it to go any further in towards the lake's centre. "Got him!" he shouted, throwing his bulk onto the (admittedly small) creature to secure it in place for his companion to do the honours.