Redhawk Caldera Somewhere only we know

If there was one rock-solid thing the little boy had learned by now, then it was - if you wanted something, you had to make your wish to be known. Or... yourself to be noticed to begin with. Being small in stature and sneezing aside, he had developed quite a variety of cries, whenever he was not content. The "milk tank" and the "big black one" were good at guessing, what he wanted around 70% of time. The rest - 30% - was, when he himself had no idea, what exactly was that he craved for. 

Once his father came in sight, Smol's tail began to wag and in response to his kiss on the forehead, he tried to reach up on his hind legs and grab Peregrine's nose between his jaws. The first teeth were sprouting out of his gums, needle sharp and quite practical, when you needed to pick something up. However after soothing the child he failed to guess that the kid was cold and turned away instead. "Wu-wu-wuuuu," he cried, trying to get his attention again.