Redhawk Caldera [m] Clothes off

Of course, he knew his children weren't ready to fly the coop just yet. They had much to learn before they could operate independently. He had felt the same way when Junior had announced her departure at this age. If any of the Firebirds came to him today and told him they were going off on their own, he knew both he and Fox would absolutely forbid it, at least until they were proper adults. In the meantime, past experience told him to handle the subject of younger siblings very, very carefully when the time came. Maybe it was a good thing they had to wait several more months before they would broach the topic seriously.

Fox scattered all thoughts of children with her suggestive talk. Peregrine groaned low in his throat. "Would you ever consider letting me watch?" he wondered greedily, rising onto his feet to hover over his petite mate. "You can watch me and Pan." He paused, thinking of his lover's shy nature. "Maybe from the bushes," he quipped with a quiet laugh and a predatory swish of his tail.