Redhawk Caldera Drive-thru

If the pup's indignant squeak was any indication, it was a stinker. Peregrine's nose wrinkled in sympathy even before the smell hit him. "Wow, small but mighty," he observed with a huffed laugh, watching in amusement as little Hamburglar scurried toward his mother.

"Man, you need a bath after that. C'mere," the Alpha rumbled, stepping forward and dropping into a sphinx-like position, legs outstretched on either side of the squirming bandit. Stretching out his neck, he gently tugged the tyke closer to his chest and began to run his tongue up and over him in a warm and hopefully soothing grooming sesh.