Redhawk Caldera The lost boys

Lovin' it!

Peregrine couldn't help but flash a quick, bemused smile at Nightjar's astute observation. "Would you believe your old man lost in a fight... against a fucking tree?" He shook his head. It sounded ridiculous. He almost mentioned how it had miraculously restored his sense of smell but as far as Peregrine knew, Nightjar wasn't aware of his loss of smell. If his son proved him wrong and asked about it, he would be happy to explain. Until then, he left it alone.

Nightjar promptly derailed Peregrine's entire train of thought with two little words: "my thang." The swarthy wolf quirked a brow at his son, then laughed, shaking his head again. Luckily, he wasn't really one to shy away from the birds and the bees. If it had been Wildfire or Raven, he might have felt a little weirder about it, but Peregrine wouldn't mind discussing the beauties of dick ownership with his young adult son.

"Sounds like you had a boner," he replied in that same matter-of-fact tone as earlier. "You won't be sexually mature for another year or so... so this actually means it's the perfect time to really start exploring your sexuality. No risk of pregnancy," Peregrine said sagely.