Redhawk Caldera Beefin' over turf

Fate (or whatever) served up another, better distraction in the form of his youngest son. Peregrine welcomed this and grinned down at the little tot as he presented the Alpha with a dead locust. "You did this?" he asked rhetorically, sounding impressed and pleased. "You killed it good and dead, didn't you, Stinky Pete?" he said fondly, reaching down to give young Peter's head a proud lick.

"Your mom's resting," he added in the next beat, having noticed the pup glancing in Fox's direction. "We'll show her later." He paused, turning his back on the slumbering Alpha female and bending down and motioning to his son in a very conspiratorial fashion. "Will you show me? How you killed it? So I can do it too?"