Redhawk Caldera Play place

Though still smaller than the rest of the litter, Peter was keeping up with the group, joining games and following around his siblings and not minding at all, when they used him as a metaphorical punch-bag, when he was always the one to lose the fights and be rolled around the dirt. 

That day they were playing around with their father watching them as usual and until Ferret had detached himself from the group and decided to attack their dad, Peter hadn't paid much attention to the parent. However, when the dad began talking, the boy imediately drew closer, seating himself a little distance away, listening curiously to the unusual sounds he made. Something within his brain was clicking and ticking and making connections - and now and then one would find him focusing on the movements of the lips of the others and him attempting to repeat it. 

The only problem was that the words and phrases always came in a flow. Until today, when the grand thing happened. The fact that the air between Ferret and Peregrine had changed from playful to aggressive, was totally missed by Peter. Because his mind registered those two, distinct words, he got to his feet and, while leaping towards his dad, he squealed proudly and happily: "MATERFAKIN' SHEEEETTT!!!"

His first words.