Redhawk Caldera Sweet child o' mine

Jaws' gaze returned to Peregrine and he nodded thoughtfully as his stalwart leader clarified his stance on gifts, grinning slightly at the your presence is the only present we need comment and biting back a vain joke. "I understand," he replied more simply, his eyes flicking to Wildfire again as her father attempted to encourage her by giving her rump a gentle nudge. "Aw, drat, I missed your birthday?" Jaws shook his head slowly, tsking. "Well happy belated birthday, old timer," he teased. "Your memory is going already."

The coywolf settled to his stomach and lowered his chin to the ground between his legs. Behind him, his tail lightly scuffed the earth in a slow wag. He looked to Wildfire, whom he hoped to encourage with his as-nonthreatening-as-possible pose. Jaws could not explain it but the fiery pup had touched a tender part of him that he hadn't even known was there.