Redhawk Caldera Sweet child o' mine

"Maybe," he said as Peregrine explained that he thought Wildfire was taking cues from him and might recognize Jaws by scent. He could offer little else in comment because he was fully clueless about pups, having barely foggy ideas about the things they could or could not perceive or what they were even capable of as they grew. He did not feel as awkward around them as he had that first night yet still he did not have that smooth confidence that Peregrine had.

Wildfire moved back and sprawled before him with a cute grin and for a few moments Jaws simply looked at her. He was unsure of how to play with her but found himself reaching forward to poke his cold nose around her ear, speaking to Peregrine as he did so. "Her screaming must have been hard on her ears too," Jaws said. "At least she's not a biter." He paused. "Does she even have teeth?" The coywolf couldn't remember when he got his teeth as a pup.