Redhawk Caldera the cat's catch

A wild-eyed Peregrine stepped out of the den just in time to catch Jaws striding toward the Alpha pair's abode. He hadn't slept a wink since the birth, not because the pups were keeping him awake (they were rather dozy most of the time, actually) but because he couldn't stop staring at them. He could sleep when he was dead. He didn't want to miss even a moment. He just needed to take a quick piss, then he would go right back to staring at them like a creeper.

He wasn't too out of it to react to the Zeta's presence. In fact, he immediately felt defensive about someone approaching the place where his exhausted mate and four newborns slept. In time, the pack would get to meet the four newest members. For now, Peregrine largely wanted them to himself (and Fox, of course). He would share them only with those closest to himself and his mate. The wolf encroaching, though liked well enough, was not among that group. The sight of fresh food made Peregrine relax somewhat.

"Hey, Jaws. Thanks, man," the Alpha said, eyeing the carcasses. "I suppose you heard the good news. The pups are here. Four of them. All happy and healthy." His black tail lifted and wagged as he proudly imparted this news to the subordinate.