Redhawk Caldera Sequestration

He answered in true Nightjar fashion: simply and to the point. Nonetheless, his response heartened Peregrine. Good, his expression seemed to say. He smiled, teeth showing, when his son asked whether the pups would fight. Before answering, the Alpha tried to decipher the meaning of his son's question. Did he want to know if they would fight each other? Or him?

"When pups are first born, they're blind and deaf for the first few weeks and they can't do shit," Peregrine said bluntly. "That's why it's very imperative that the pack protects them," he added, appealing to Nightjar's inner Warden and big brother. "They grow and develop quickly, though. By month two, they're pretty fight-capable. They're very malleable too, which means you can teach them anything. The sooner they learn, the better chance they have of really excelling at a particular skill."

Nightjar seemed to consider all of that a moment, then accept it. His boy said nothing more, which was not particularly surprising. The Alpha didn't mind the mutual, companionable silence, though his mind inevitably drifted to Wildfire's unceremonious exit and Fox's failed pregnancy. Sighing, he stretched out on the cold grass, set his head on his legs and tried to catch some relief in the form of sleep.