Redhawk Caldera Rockin' on top of the world

And here comes Onyx, ruining everything! I kid, I kid.

Despite asking for company, Peregrine's eyes momentarily narrowed when Elwood crested the horizon. Only when he saw the duck held in his Beta's mouth did the Alpha male relax again. He's not going to try anything! he told himself, dropping the shinbone and hoisting himself into a seated position to receive his co-leader. He woofed to welcome Elwood closer.

"If that fiasco of a festive feast was any indication," Peregrine drawled a bit like Dr. Seuss, "you and Fin are letting this place become a madhouse." He winked, though it wasn't really necessary; it was clearly a joke. The Alphas fully trusted their Betas to hold down the fort while they got busy.

Speaking of which, Peregrine experienced a momentary flashback to aforementioned feast. It was the Alphas' fault it had been a bit of a fiasco. Peregrine snickered under his breath but then assumed a bit of a sheepish expression as he said, "Sorry... sorry I'm a dick." He paused. "And for the, uh, prolonged eye contact..."