Redhawk Caldera Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs

Any other hunters in the house?! :)

His eyes felt very dry and scratchy as Peregrine stared out over Lake Rodney. He hadn't gone sleepwalking last night (not that he knew one way or the other) but only because he hadn't slept at all. The news of Tiger's sudden demise had hit him like a physical blow. He wouldn't have considered himself close to her, yet she was Finley's sister and the aunt to their unborn pups. She had also shown an immense amount of potential as both a Healer and Caretaker. The loss was devastating to the caldera, not to mention the terrible timing. He closed his eyes, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders for a moment.

With a sigh, the former Alpha rose and began to pad down the slope to find some game. Not only were his children all training hard as Warriors and Wardens, they were also growing at a rapid pace. Their appetites were endless. No matter how much fresh meat he brought home, it was never enough. He found that thinking of and focusing on his children lifted his otherwise downtrodden spirits. Keeping busy was always a welcome distraction too. By the time his broad black paws hit the soil at the foot of the mountain, he was ready to rock and roll.