Redhawk Caldera Long live the king

Peregrine watched as Nightjar padded away, presumably to hunt some more food or perform a patrol. When his son faded into the distance, the Alpha looked down at the freshly slaughtered hare at his feet. He hated that he couldn't hunt for himself, yet he began to tear open the kill. While he ate, his mind wandered. For the first time in days, he didn't only wallow in his own misery. Sure, his Gamekeeper career was probably over... but maybe he could convince Nightjar to follow in his footsteps after all. Maybe this situation would change his son's mind.

Hell, why stop there? He was now permanently disabled, so why not take this opportunity to train his son to step up in his place? He had already considered it previously and had even mentioned it to his mate in passing. Nightjar was too young and inexperienced right now, of course, yet Peregrine could appoint him as his heir and spend the next year or so training him and preparing him for the role. He wondered if his son would be interested. He did not seem particularly ambitious. He didn't really seem like the leader type, either, but he shared his parents' values and, despite his age, he was probably the most instinctively shrewd wolf in the pack.

Peregrine lay there, mulling it all over, long after the last scraps of flesh and bone disappeared down his gullet. He then pushed himself upright and tipped his muzzle into the air to summon @Fox. He wanted to float the idea past her again, see what she thought. If she was on-board, he would then summon the kids. He toyed with the idea of insisting Nightjar take the role as heir, though Peregrine could not see himself forcing his son's hand. If he wanted it, it would be his for the taking. If not, well, perhaps he would shift his focus to one of the girls (although he wasn't sure how that would work). But right now, Nightjar was his choice for Redhawk Caldera's heir to the throne.