Redhawk Caldera we climbed up to the top in worn out shoes

He already missed Wildfire, who had gone back home, but the four pups kept him pretty busy. He couldn't help but wonder if any of them would stay here in the caldera or if they would follow in the earlier Firebirds' footsteps. Peregrine would love to one day step down and hand the reigns of the pack to an heir, as he'd once planned to do with Nightjar, although if he was honest with himself, he didn't see any of his remaining sons as leader material at this point. They were young yet, though, and anything could happen. Hell, he could adopt the lost boy and pass it down to him someday.

Peregrine pondered all of this and more as he wound slowly around the borders. He was not expecting to find anything to disturb the peace and quiet of the early summer afternoon, though his jade gaze sharpened when he spotted a figure loitering near the periphery. Just seconds after noticing her, she howled. The Alpha's eyes narrowed and he began trotting briskly in her direction, head high and tail stiff.

"State your name and business," he said in a neutral voice when he came within earshot, stopping about six feet from her, tail now arched up and over his hips as he leered slightly.