Redhawk Caldera Two by two

The pup alternated between his feet, Peregrine slowly growing accustomed to the ticklish sensation as Mashed gummed away. He watched him with utmost fondness written all over his face. He had forgotten how infants tended to explore their world with their mouths at first. Even with his eyes opening, little Mashed would continue to mouth things like this for weeks to come. Hell, some wolves never really outgrew the tendency.

So far, the white pup hadn't raised a complaint about the lack of milk coming from Peregrine's toes. But just in case he was hungry and searching for sustenance, the Alpha male rolled into a sitting position, plucked up the pale whelp and tucked him against Fox's side, near an available teat.