Redhawk Caldera Everything the light touches

His children's attempts at speech never failed to delight him, whether they were right on the money or so far off the mark to be absurd. When Nightjar tried to vocalize, apparently mimicking his father, Peregrine waved his ashen tail to encourage the pup. His lips spread into a faint smile when the boy tried to say prince, only to sound like he was speaking parseltongue or something.

"Yes, you're a handsome little piss," Peregrine quipped, reaching out a broad paw to clap gently over the crown prince's head. "Maybe one day, all of this will be yours?" he added, withdrawing his foot and using it to point at the splendorous morning view. "But you'll have to share it with your sisters, unless of course one or some or all of you decide to strike out on your own instead..." he thought out loud. He wasn't opposed to the idea, though he hoped at least some of his children (from this litter or future ones) would stay to inherit the caldera.