Redhawk Caldera Hitting the tables without you again

Peter had managed to wake his father, but - what was this? He sat down and regarded him with a quizzical gaze. Was he leaving already? It then occurred to him that... maybe he could go with him? The boy, who had followed almost every wolf in the pack, could not boast as to having his father in the list. 

Therefore with a broad smile spread accross his facial features, he got to his feet too and with a wagging tail was ready to go, wherever his father decided to. Definitely - someplace interesting.