Redhawk Caldera you're out wasting

Peregrine wasn't far off at the moment, having loped about a quarter mile away from the den to drop the world's nastiest deuce on a patch of dried winter grass. Once he was done kicking dirt over his handiwork, the Alpha male padded to a cache and nosed through its contents. He selected a lean hare, teeth closing around one of its stiff, cold legs. Awkwardly, he carried it back to the den.

He ducked his head inside, gently batting Fox with the carcass before dropping it beside her. His jade gaze then fell to the pups and... "No. No, no. Stop that." Peregrine gently pried Mashed away from Potato's belly, where he had been three seconds away from mistaking his brother's dong for a teat. "You know how I know you're gay?" he joked to the deaf youngsters, not bothering to answer himself as he settled beside Fox with a contented sigh, one foreleg crooked beneath his chest.