Redhawk Caldera Drive-thru

Fox had mentioned their eldest's inexplicable tooth and Peregrine had pitied her poor nips. Now he knew her pain all the better, as Hamburglar tired of the patch of snow and squirmed back toward his paw. "Damn, son," the Alpha muttered as the solitary fang sank deep into the webbing between his toes. He had to resist the impulse to fling the puppy away. "Maybe I should call you Snaggletooth instead. That hurts, you little motherfucker."

He bent his head down and latched his jaws around the pup's midriff again, lifting and wincing as the tooth tugged free. He swung around to face the den's doorway, then set Hamburglar down again. He gave the pup's bottom a nudge, hoping he would scoot forward, back toward safety. "You're grounded," Peregrine muttered entirely playfully, tail twitching as he loomed over the sandy boy.