Redhawk Caldera Hitting the tables without you again

His eyes flew widen open again at Peter's cry, a watery smile curving his lips. "I'm up," he assured the pup even as his paws came in contact with the Alpha male's muzzle. He leaned into the touch of those tiny paws, drawing in his son's scent. He resisted the urge to close his eyes again, as well as quelled a sudden and inexplicable urge to cry.

Although he didn't want to leave little Peter, Peregrine suddenly wanted to head off to hunt right this very instant, if only so he could bring something home to feed the starving whelp. He stood, though he didn't make a move to go anywhere just yet. He looked down at the pup, whose spirit shone brightly even as his little body wasted away. He meant to say something, something lighthearted, but found he couldn't speak around the lump in his throat.