Redhawk Caldera Everything the light touches

Peregrine played along quite well, nodding at Nightjar's remarks and replying, "Yes, piss stirrer. Exactly." He wondered if a piss stirrer was like a lesser form of a shit stirrer. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he considered asking his son his thoughts on that matter, if only to hear more of his adorable babbling. Slowly, the Alpha male lowered himself directly in front of the boy to engage him in conversation. His body cast a shadow over the cub, but not before Nightjar stared directly at the rising sun.

"Oop, yeah, that'll sting," the father said soothingly, nudging his son's cheek. "Just keep 'em shut for a few seconds and you'll be fine. But, uh, yeah... you should probably avoid staring directly at the sun. You'll burn out your retinas, son," Peregrine said sagely, sounding very serious even though it was all a joke. One day, Nightjar would know better and, for now, Peregrine would happily act as his shadow caster.

"You wanna go for a walk, little piss? Walk?" he emphatically repeated the one word he thought his son might actually understand, then waited patiently for the pup's reaction.