Redhawk Caldera A slice left if you want it

In hindsight, it was pretty goddamn crazy how quickly Jack had become part of the family. Whether it was due to his age or his resemblance to Peter, Peregrine wasn't entirely sure, but sure enough, the pup was one of their own now. He hadn't just made it with the Alpha pair, either, but had been busily integrating with the larger Redhawk family as well, including the Betas and their new tots.

It was with this thought in mind that Peregrine made his way toward the Blackthorn den now. He was a little leery of running into Finley or Eljay (too many feels), so it relaxed him a bit when he spotted Elwood with—was that Lagan or Liffey? He couldn't tell from here, but as Peregrine closed the distance, he lowered his snout to take in the pup's smell. It was the little boy.

"Hey guys," he said, shooting a nervous glance at the den's mouth before squinting in the Beta male's direction. What did Elwood think about what had gone down between himself, Finley and Eljay? He almost didn't want to know, would rather ignore the entire situation, maybe get in some shop talk while they played with little Lagan. "What's shakin'?"