No bench polishers here (informal pack meeting!)

He perked visibly upon hearing he got to pick his own target. Excellent. He crossed his forepaws and leaned back as he considered his options. Now, which one did he want? It was a tough call; they both could be fun; so he picked one at random. Eeney, meaney, miney, moe... "I'll go to Armada." So maybe he didn't pick it 100% at random; he knew that one was their neighbor and that heckling them could take less than a day round trip. If he and his partner left early enough they could be back in time for dinner. Sleep in their own den and all that. That would suit his laziness nicely.