Redhawk Caldera discoveries

Elwood's miniature squirmed slightly at the touch, then fell still. Peregrine's paternal instincts kicked in and he asked, "You stuck?" He dragged his own body forward slightly, then reached out and closed his jaws around that tiny little bottom. Had the Firebirds been this small once? It was difficult to imagine them this size. Gently, he tugged the pup free from where he was wedged against Finley's flank, then placed him about three inches from his mother's side.

Knowing it was actually quite futile to talk to newborns, Peregrine said nothing. He did use his paw to spin little Elwood around to face him, then cracked a smile at that squishy little mug. He couldn't resist: he gave the tiny puppy a lick. Welcome to the world... and the pack, the Alpha thought, his tail thumping behind him as he waited to see what the puppy would do next.