Redhawk Caldera Neverland

A little sneeze exploded from Smol, then another and another. Peregrine turned slightly, though much of the spray hit him square on the cheek. "I s'pose I deserved that," he murmured with a chortle, slowly turning to face Smol when the fit appeared to be over. He discovered his smallest son had gone topsy-turvy somehow. His lips curved at the youngster's squawk.

"Do you even realize you're upside-down?" he wondered even as Peregrine nudged the pup in the ribs, trying to get him to roll over upright.