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

Tiger knew nothing of Peregrine's other sons fascination with macabre things. All she saw was a little boy who idolized his dad. Tiger was a ball of damn mush at this point, her eyes wide and full of blatant adoration, and when he addressed her, Tiger nodded vehemently. "Yeah! Best dad ever award. Your dad, big, strong, protector of the Caldera. What a lucky kid you are, to have a dad like that," Tiger turns and ogles Peregrine as Nightjar had, perceiving him in a similar light. 

But the father offered solemn, sound advice; of the necessity of killing to protect. Her head turned toward Nightjar, as his father mentioned Warden. "I bet you'd make a good one," she offers NJ, and she meant it. His spirit toward the incident alone lent her that thought.