Redhawk Caldera dead of winter

Lagan smiled a toothy grin, once again proud to show that he'd grown in some more chompers. That didn't mean he had any less of a lisp as he did before, but now at least he didn't look like a gummy baby. He shrugged when she asked if he thought the snow pretty. Yeah. It's pretty. Pretty obnoxious! That last words came out like one big spit, but he was proud of himself for trying. He liked trying to impress people with his knowledge, especially people as cool as Raven.

Lagan scooted forwards happily when Raven made room for him, his fluffy grey tail skimming the surface of the cold stone. I like the summer better. I like trees a whole lot, 'specially when they got green on them. Teehee do you like trees? He asked the little pup, encouraging her with a smile. Lagan had put it on his bucket list to hear one of the little pup's first words. He though maybe he could make Teehee talk if he tried hard enough.