Redhawk Caldera Sweet child o' mine

Peregrine noticed Jaws's approach long before Wildfire did. When she did see him, the froze where she stood and blinked owlishly at him, then slowly padded over to press herself up against the Alpha male's leg. He blinked too, staring down at the top of her head. She had never behaved shyly before, so he wondered at her hesitation. Was it just because she was getting older (and quieter)? Or did she feel vulnerable out in the open like this? He didn't mind, of course, and found it rather ironic and sweet that she was being so bashful. He bent down to lick between her ears.

"Why does everyone think they need to arrive bearing gifts, else we want nothing to do with you...? Can we put a stop to that expectation?" Peregrine quipped in way of greeting. "Hey, Jaws. We were just hanging out and burning off some energy. Say 'hi,' Wifi," the father coaxed, the nickname springing out of nowhere (possibly only because it rhymed with hi and rolled off his tongue so easily).

Of course, she couldn't understand commands well yet, much less speak, so instead Wildfire looked up at him and asked, "Bow? Bowie?" and then looked at Jaws. She didn't recognize him, though there was something familiar about his scent. "Baba! Owdy!" the red cub said, tone enthusiastic but relatively calm... so different from her piercing screams of yore.