Redhawk Caldera the cat's catch

How young? Peregrine wondered but didn't actually ask. Jaws had scraped by somehow and, eventually, found his way to this neck of the woods. Perhaps he would need some practice when it came to cooperative hunting of large game, yet his surely scrappy resourcefulness would make up for it. For someone with so little social experience, he seemed to be fitting in well enough. He was already on the Alpha's good side, which wasn't a terribly easy place to get.

In fact, Peregrine laughed quietly at Jaws's quip. "This mountain couldn't look more dumpy from down below. I'm sure it looks like a giant gaping asshole from up above," he mused, mind flashing to Magpie. "From where we're standing, though... it really is beautiful." He paused, eyes sweeping their surroundings before finding their way back to the dark male's toothy face. "I didn't love this place when we first discovered it. In fact, it chose us, not the other way around. Fox slipped and fell, so we had no choice but to settle here," he explained.