Redhawk Caldera Beefin' over turf

Peter payed only half-attention to, what his father was telling him. Only once did he gave him a look and almost a pitiful smile, as if implying that his poor old fool of a dad didn't understand the full depth of those two words his youngest son knew. They had worked for him on every single occasion, acquairing the desirable effect called attention. Therefore the boy didn't see a reason, why should he learn anything else of the complex speech. 

The other dad, however, seemed quite friendly and, once he lied down, Peter did not hesitate to leap towards him, squealing a high-pitched: "M-a-a-aterfateing sheeet!" And pouncing at the black wolf's muzzle with all fours.