Redhawk Caldera Beefin' over turf

Young Peter spouted the same two words he had been repeating ever since the day Ferret had broken his father's leg. Peregrine rolled his eyes at the boy and said, "Pete." He paused, wondering if the puppy was paying him any attention. "You need to learn some new words. I don't care what they are. Any other words. Mom. Dad. Redhawk. Caldera. Octopus. Trapezoid. Vagina. Assbutt. Fuckhole. And the list goes on."

The arrival of another wolf effectively sidelined that conversation, as well as the pup's focus. The Alpha male glanced up at Fox's brother, briefly wondering if his earlier thoughts had somehow summoned the subordinate. That sent a flush of heat across his cheeks and a strange dip in his belly. Peter's loud "Ow!" caused him to blink downward at the top of the boy's head, brow furrowed.

"Hey Panther," Peregrine greeted, his voice smoother than he felt. "What's that you've got there?" he added in a slightly singsong-y voice, mostly for Peter's benefit.