Redhawk Caldera goodnight, officers

As the first arrivals trickled into view, Peregrine righted himself, grinning foolishly as the stench inevitably hit them. He didn't notice his eldest son's distraught behavior right away, though when his gaze landed on Nightjar's face, his own smile faded. He made a c'mere motion with his snout, then when the yearling didn't come hither right away, Peregrine gesticulated emphatically for the older Firebird to come closer. Fox had decided against giving him any special treatment when it came to this moment, yet of course the young Gamma would play a starring role in the young boys' lives, starting today.

Soon, the pack's core members were surrounding the pups. Peregrine hooked a paw around the youngest, runtiest boy as he tried to squiggle back to the den, plopping his tiny body in between his own broad forepaws as he took a seat. He gazed over the gathered wolves, grinning at their various reactions to the pups, his jade eyes wandering now to Allure in particular. Out of everyone here, he knew and trusted her the least, yet he beckoned even her closer. Everyone here was family.

There were some notable absences and the Alpha sat up straighter, peering around for any sign of Mazi and Nadie. Yet as the informal ceremony drew on, they never showed. Peregrine's lips fell into a disapproving frown, yet he shook his head and forgot about them. He refocused on the joy of showing off his sons to the pack and jabbed an affectionate elbow into Fox's ribs while silently wriggling his brows in their Blackthorns' direction. Baby rabies? he mouthed at her curiously.