Redhawk Caldera Sweet child o' mine

Jaws' gaze was drawn to Wildfire as she blinked up at him before taking shelter against her father's foreleg, but he lifted his head when Peregrine spoke in disdain of how his packmates seemed to feel obliged to bring a gift each time they came by. "It's a respect thing," he offered with a shrug. Neither Alpha had expressed a need for gifts, but it was true that Jaws had felt obliged to do so, mostly because the leading pair were occupied with their new borns and he suspected neither would want to stray too far from the den for food. As a candidate gamekeeper, he saw it as his responsibility to keep the pack fed and so bringing food to the den was a natural extension of that. "But don't worry, I'll wait until your birthday to bring gifts next time." He of course had no idea the Alpha's birthday had come and gone just a few days ago.

As Peregrine encouraged his daughter to say hello, Jaws bowed down to be more on her level, looking at her with a gentle smile as she babbled. "Hello," he said to her, softly.