Redhawk Caldera we gotta learn sometime

"Maybe" was slightly better than "I don't know." Feeling heartened, Peregrine tipped his head at Elwood Jr's question. He lapsed into reflective silence, thinking back on his days as a fledgling (pun intended) hunter in Flightless Falcons. He had followed in March Owl's footsteps right off the bat, trailing her on hunts as soon as she would allow and learning every aspect of the craft from his masterful mother. He had picked up guarding too, quickly earning his eagle feathers, so to speak.

"I was probably somewhere in the ballpark of six to nine months when I made my first kills," he eventually answered, staring off into space for a moment before shifting his gaze to the pup's face. "But I knew I wanted to be a hunter from nearly the moment I was born, so I got an early start. You know, even if you don't end up becoming a formal hunter, you need to practice the craft. It's sort of crucial to being a wolf. You'll always have the pack, of course, but it's sort of a necessary life skill."