Redhawk Caldera Neverland

The pup emitted an indignant squeal and Peregrine smirked. He drew back, then canted his head when he saw the little bugger's eyes opening just a crack. This was not his first rodeo (more like his fourth), so the sight (pun intended) wasn't particularly novel. Still, he smiled fondly, glad to see that just because he was the youngest and smallest, Smol was still developing at a normal, healthy rate.

Although he knew Smol's vision would be fuzzy at best, Peregrine moved to loom over the little boy's face, grinning down at him with his lips closed (didn't want to frighten him with his big ol' canines). His tail waved behind him, stirring the cool, drafty air of the den.