Redhawk Caldera Drive-thru

He closed his own eyes to make his experience more similar to the pup's, becoming more aware of the feeling of the breeze tickling his face, the warm fingers of the sun on the crown of his head, the scents winding into his nose that hinted strongly at the arrival of spring proper. What would Hamburglar make of any of these things? How would his tiny, limited mind even process the sensory input at all?

After a while, his eyes popped open and Peregrine gently lowered his head to settle Hamburglar between his front paws. "Don't try anything funny," the father warned, despite the fact that the pup could neither hear nor understand him. In lieu of his gentle teeth cradling the little guy, he passed his tongue up and over his back, a signal that he was still there, keeping the puppy warm and safe.