Redhawk Caldera Sweet child o' mine

"I mean," Peregrine said, "it's not that we don't appreciate them. We do, don't we, Wifi?" "Poosha!" "I just don't want you to feel like you're obligated to bring them. Your presence is the only present we need. Do you get it?" He winked, then laughed as Wildfire emitted another, slightly more vehement, "Poosha!"

Peregrine leaned down to nuzzle the girl's cheek, then nudge her bottom toward Jaws. "Don't be shy," he said gently, then lifted his head and said to Jaws, "Speaking of my birthday, I think it was the other day. I'm four now... or maybe five? No, four. Definitely four," he thought out loud.

The hybrid greeted the pup, who was still hanging back nearer her dad. "Poowa?" she said to him, the word causing Peregrine's ears to twitch. It tossed him back into time, when his first litter had been first learning to speak. The girls had called Pura that: Poowa. Before he could contemplate the coincidence much further, she added, "Wababa! Wossy!" She then smiled, black tail beginning to wag, golden eyes fastened on Jaws's teeth.