Redhawk Caldera Everything the light touches

The Alpha's lips twitched as Nightjar continued rubbing himself against every single tree, leaving behind little baby hairs. Peregrine stopped to sniff at one, his jade eyes still fastened to the youngster. Yes, he would have to show his son the ropes of guardianship, he decided. Whether the boy ultimately decided to pursue it as a formal trade was up to him, of course, but his dad would definitely introduce him to the field of study.

"Hey, NJ," he called after a while of silence, "watch this." He waited for the pup to face him, then took up a position perpendicular to one of the trees his son had already passed. Nightjar was too young for some things but this lesson was essential for any little boy (and especially one that might be a Warden someday). Making certain the pup was paying attention, Peregrine hiked a leg against the tree and unleashed a stream of urine, which splashed at its base. "Why don't you try?" he suggested midstream.