Redhawk Caldera The lost boys

The Alpha quirked an eyebrow at Nightjar's blunt comment, though he didn't remark on it. He was fond of the Betas' boy, despite his penchant for neurotic behavior (both nature and nurture to blame there), though he understood his son's sentiment at the same time. Peregrine admitted that he agreed, if only because he didn't want his newest children to suffer from the same anxiety and self-confidence issues he saw in Eljay.

"Well, if you help raise them, that means you'll influence their personalities," Peregrine commented. "It's a big responsibility, one I know you'll take seriously," he added, especially because of the casual, even crass nature of their prior conversation. He leveled a look at his burly son, then smiled. Nightjar wasn't the astutest wolf when it came to social graces, yet he was strong, dependable and he lived by an instinctive honor code Peregrine could only respect.

"Hey, I'm gonna go collect a few more things for the den. You're welcome to tag along. If not, I'll catch you later, dawg," Peregrine said, plucking the word from earlier in their conversation. He winked his good eye at his son, then turned and began shuffling away from the den site.