Redhawk Caldera Everything the light touches

The idea that his son might henceforth frolic around the caldera screaming about piss brought a smile to the father's lips—well, it broadened the one already there anyhow. His jade eyes were brimming with adoration as he looked down at his little boy, who was making another valiant effort to speak now. Peregrine didn't initially understand what Nightjar was trying to say. Star cart? Stir cat? Oh—strike out. Duh.

"Ssstay," Peregrine countered with an impish gleam in his eye. "I mean, do whatever you want, little man. But daddy would def like it if you strongly considered inheriting this wondrous natural palace." Once again, the Alpha's eyes swept the view, though they soon returned to Nightjar's little mug. His son's face was far more beautiful to him than even the most majestic of daybreak horizons.