Redhawk Caldera There's not a road I know that leads to anywhere

Even though he was surely disobeying the rules by being here, aside from Peregrine's question, neither of the adults scolded him for his solo adventuring. Nightjar took that to mean he was perfectly allowed to do this whenever he wanted to. "Daddy!" he exclaimed, padding right up to Peregrine and staring up at him. Sure, something weird was going on with the (former) Alpha's fur, but Nightjar could never mistake his father even if he paled fifty shades. He glanced to Tiger then and nodded vigorously, agreeing with her comment on Peregrine's new white accessories, but his attention soon went back to his newest idol.

"Can you teach me to do wha' you did?" he asked, eyes brimming with a plea and admiration. Maybe admiration for murder wasn't something that either of his parents would want to see in him, but Nightjar had thought fighting was the coolest thing in the world from the day he could leave the den on his own, so it wasn't really surprising that he thought Peregrine killing someone was the coolest thing ever. Besides, he was sort of a wolf and killing was sort of normal, so it wasn't that weird. As if to confirm that Peregrine was super cool, Nightjar abruptly turned to Tiger and asked, "he was the cooles', right?"