Redhawk Caldera Hitting the tables without you again

Peter watched his father wiggling his toes with the same awe as a little kid watches a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat. He looked down at his own set of fingers and lifted one forepaw in order to repeat, what his father had done previously and... not having much success. He frowned, put his paw down and looked at his father for more clues. 

And much to his suprise he found the wolf sleeping (or so he thought). "Oy!" Peter exclaimed and walked over to his dad, batting his muzzle with the same paw that had proven unable to move fingers. Wake up! We are not done here!