Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

"Uh..." Peregrine said, trying to mentally count all his brothers and sisters. "I dunno either," he admitted, quickly giving up with a shrug. "But maybe I should make that my goal: pop out more kids than mom and dad. I'm sure Fox will be game!" he said loudly, glancing back at her and wiggling his eyebrows. She didn't seem that amused, he observed with a chuckle. Neither of them could bear the thought of more children at this point in the game.

"Hate to be the one to tell you this, Oss, but... you have a ton of gray hairs," Peregrine teased, chuckling at his own joke. "We're a long ways off from true old age, though. We're in our prime right now!" he insisted loudly. The vibration of his chest earned a screech from Wildfire that set his ears on fire.

"Hey, I hate to cut our meeting short, especially knowing you'll be leaving soon... but I'm going to take this butthead inside and try to get her to quiet down, maybe eat or something. And then maybe give Fox a break," Peregrine said reluctantly. "Will you be heading to the plateau right away?" he asked, rising slowly and ignoring the bawling Wildfire a moment so he could exchange a proper farewell with his beloved sister.