Redhawk Caldera Beefin' over turf

Peter stared at his father, beaming like a sunshine and not understanding a single word he said. Peregrine could have sworn in a cooing-voice and his youngest son would still be the happy, little fool he was, proud and delighted beyond reason. 

His only response was the two words he knew for sure and he did not hesitate to use them, once the opportunity presented itself. And without doubt they were... "Ma-ter-fe-king sheeet!" he announced loudly. 

Then another wolf entered the scene and Peter's face from being happy, became one of confusion. He scrutinized the dark stranger, then looked back at his dark-furred father, then back at the stranger. "Ow!" he exclaimed and tilted his head to the side, still unable to solve the mystery. Was the other one his father too?