Redhawk Caldera This summer's gonna hurt like a motherf***er

Peregrine snorted at Finley's playful jab about Elwood. His ears quivered forward at her next exclamation. The newly mated pair was going to take a shit on tradition by taking her surname instead of his. The Alpha male chuckled at this. He would have taken Fox's name in a heartbeat, though she hadn't had one until tying the knot with him. Sometimes he thought about asking her to take the pack's name as their own—and he would invite all of the other members to do the same if they wished—but for now it was just an idea floating around in his head.

"Well, congratulations to you, Mr. and Mrs. Blackthorn. Look at you, Fin, all domestic and shit." He grinned teasingly at her. "Of course, we redefine domesticity here. I'd venture to guess we're the least conventional pack when it comes to that stuff." Just look at both the Alpha and Beta pairs: the former were into same-sex extramarital affairs and the latter hadn't committed until getting knocked up. Peregrine smirked. Somehow, they were still the most tightly-knit family he had ever known, even closer than the Flightless Falcons.

"You ate that rabbit pretty quick. If you're still hungry, I can go rustle up some more grub," Peregrine offered, pushing himself into an upright position, head brushing the ceiling of the den's foyer.