Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

"You have always had a way of choosing words, but - congratulations!" Osprey rolled her eyes and smiled at her brother fondly. Then she lied down to be in the same eye-level with Peregrine and regarded the little black bundle of fluff and flesh with a curious gaze. The tiny thing didn't remind a wolf at all and no matter, how many times she had seen newborn puppies, it was always hard to believe that one day they would grow up to be just like their parents and packmates.

"And how many do you have in total?" she asked, looking over Perry's shoulder, where she assumed Fox lied with the rest of them, but because of darkness being unable to see them properly, let alone count.