Redhawk Caldera I'm an Albatraoz

I'm laughing because this is the second "I'm an albatraoz" in my thread log. I MEAN WHAT ARE THE ODDS???

Peregrine was just putting his daughters down for a nap when one of them—granted, neither of the two young ones curled sleepily at his paws—called for him. He jerked upward so swiftly that he cracked his head on the sloped ceiling toward the den's rear, then backpedaled while cursing under his breath. He almost squashed poor Nightjar, who had stumbled over to join his sisters in sleep. The Alpha gently nudged the boy toward Wildfire and Raven, then turned and exited the den. Luckily, it didn't take long to summon a sitter (we'll say it was @Elwood this time) so that he could heed the summons.

His head pounded with every footstep but Peregrine ignored it as he sped down the mountainside, then trotted on powerful black legs toward the border. "Saena!" he called out to her, tossing her a tentative smile... which turned into a look of horror when he noticed her tail, or lack thereof. "Holy shit," he cussed loudly, rapidly trotting to her side, "what happened?" Upon closer inspection, the injury was old—healed, really—so he doubted it was the reason she was here. Besides, why would Saena seek out Peregrine to tell him about her broke ass?

No, she must be here about Osprey or other news from the plateau, surely. He didn't want to assume anything—he always wanted to be careful around Saena, as he was terrified of making her blackball him even further—so instead he waited in inquisitive silence, letting her fill in the blanks.