Redhawk Caldera I'm the holy water you can't live without

The night snake's mildly venomous bite had left him feeling a little out of sorts for a solid twelve hours. Once he had rested and the dizziness had finally passed, Peregrine went in search of water. When he arrived at the caldera, he found he was not alone. He almost called out to his son, but then he recognized the predatory behavior.

The Alpha's lips pressed firmly together as his jade eyes swept the area. He spotted Nightjar's prey: a muskrat. His lip curled and the black wolf settled on his haunches before slowly lowering himself onto his belly. He remained very still and quiet as he observed the youth's hunting skills. Nightjar had proven to be a fearsome killer before. Whether or not he succeeded today, Peregrine would not be able to resist trying to recruit his eldest as the caldera's next Gamekeeper.