Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

"It is a little harder to come by," Peregrine acknowledged, "especially because Wildfire tends to scream her fool head off when she's awake. But she's a great sleeper, as you can tell, so I guess that makes up for it, sorta..." He trailed off uncertainly, then chuckled. "This isn't my first rodeo, so I feel pretty well equipped to handle it. And I do my best to make sure Fox wants for nothing."

He was glad to hear that Osprey had enjoyed her cozy little home away from home. "Consider it yours, whenever you need to get away from the plateau. I'll even name it." Peregrine paused, thinking. "Osprey's Closet. I'll make sure everyone knows it's on reserve." The Alpha male chuckled, which caused his little girl to squirm and moan in her sleep. He licked her head and she settled.

"I never use a den, except when the little ones are, well, little. As soon as they're two months or so, we'll move 'em to a rendezvous site and be done with this cramped little space... 'til next year, I guess." It occurred to him right then that he and Fox could theoretically already look forward to their next litter, yet it seemed so ludicrous right now. So he pushed that thought aside. "Don't you like slumbering under the stars, Oss?" he continued, voice teasing.