Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

I'm skipping Raven with Houkie's blessing. :)

The tiny black puppy drowsed contently between his paws as Peregrine groomed her. He became quite caught up in this task, so that when he glanced up to find a pair of eyes peeking in at them, he started. Peregrine's lips began to wrinkle back to expose his fangs when recognition registered. His lips still peeled back, only in a smile rather than a snarl. Unlike the little weasel, Osprey was a welcome guest at the den.

"Come see the fruits of my loins," he joked, keeping his voice low. He knew the pups couldn't hear him but the vibration in his chest could easily disturb the baby in his arms, not to mention Fox. She was still sound asleep at the back of the den, the other three pups suckling quietly. "Well, one at least," he quipped with a gentle smile. "She doesn't have a name yet but this is our youngest," he introduced the dark furball snoozing against his chest.