Redhawk Caldera No cat calls, no tag teams, no mascots

After a very soggy morning hunt, Peregrine returned to the den with a fat rabbit in his jaws. He stepped inside the den, wringing his wet paws, and offered the soaked carcass to his mate. He didn't want to get her or the puppies wet, so he remained in the threshold. He reached over to lick the places he could. The rest would have to drip dry.

Fortunately, the rain tapered away and disappeared by ten-o'-clock. Peregrine woke up from a drowsing state, fur still damp, and made a point to nuzzle the den's five inhabitants. He then stepped outside again, stretching in the sunshine, before leaping atop the den like a panther. He promptly sat to keep vigil, knowing that curious pack mates would surely swing by sooner than later.