Redhawk Caldera The lost boys

Nightjar took after his mother as far as attention spans went, so Peregrine kept it quick and dirty. When he finished, he eyeballed his son, wondering if he had any questions. Just the one, it seemed. Where had he picked up all this slang? Not that he minded. He could use the laugh, even if every snicker and snort made his nose throb.

"Well, your mother's off limits," Peregrine began at the top, feeling a weird sensation ripple through him at the thought of Fox. "Or any other relative, for that matter," he thought to include. "And married ladies are typically no go, although some couples are more open than others. Your mileage may vary." He shrugged. "That really leaves only Som," he finished, unaware of Shar-Kali's presence in the pack, "or that new girl, if your mother accepted her... Allure, I think? She's right around your age, actually."

"Just be careful," Peregrine cautioned. "Sex isn't just physical for a lot of wolves, especially the ladies. They like things like love and commitment a lot of the time. Just be up front with your intentions and you should be good to go, though." There, he'd covered all the important parts... right? "Enjoy the freedom while it lasts, son. Once you hit two or so, it's a whole new ball game. But we'll talk about that more when the time comes."

He found his mind wandering briefly after all that, considering his wife's (?) question. Nightjar was young, strong, loyal and lots of other great things. He had a great future ahead of him. But was he ready to possibly step up as the pack's Alpha? Right now? Moreover, was the pack ready to be ruled by Justin Bieber here? Peregrine's lips twitched into a smile. He loved his son but he didn't think the caldera was ready for that.