Redhawk Caldera Beefin' over turf

Fading due to @Panther's removal.

Although young Peter didn't offer a verbal reply, he looked to his father beseechingly, clearly eager to communicate and please. Peregrine sighed and smiled despite himself, then glanced at Panther again. He noted how similar they looked (Panther and himself, that was); did that make him narcissistic, if he found him handsome? And what would Fox think, if he told her?

Perhaps in other circumstances, he might have actually been interested in pursuing the answers to these questions. But with the famine always in the back of his mind, Peregrine didn't have any time for dalliances. And between his achy leg and his empty stomach, he didn't even have much energy for harmless flirting, if he was perfectly honest.

"Think I'm gonna take Peabrain Pete here and go nap with your sister," Peregrine said apologetically before looking to the runt. "C'mon, Peter, let's go lay down with your mom. Say goodbye to Uncle Pan." That nickname made his heart flutter a little as the swarthy Alpha bent down to pluck at the pup's scruff, then carried him over and deposited him beside the snoring Fox. He pinned the youngster down with one broad paw as he made himself comfortable beside his mate and closed his eyes.