Redhawk Caldera In a hospital

It was both reassuring a perhaps a bit overwhelming to hear that Peregrine had felt the same way when he'd been Shrike's age. This led him to believe perhaps that Peregrine was more than a year older than him- he had to be, now that he put two and two together, but it wasn't their age gap that surprised him. It was the fact that Peregrine hadn't wanted pups at his age- and now look at him. It was amusing, of course, and caused Shrike to smile, but also shrink a bit, inwardly. Did that mean that soon he too was going to become a family man? And suddenly want to father a tonne of chidlren? The very thought seemed to squeeze the breath out of him. Kids were okay, sure, but he was quite uneasy about the thought of ever having children. Children weren't just a cute thing you had for a bit that eventually went away. Kids were lifers. Lifers were terrifying. 

Still, it had worked out for Peregrine who seemed, as far as Shrike could tell, fairly sane. Aside from having a broken leg and one less useful eye (had one of his kids done that to him too?!) he was relatively fit, and obviously quite pleased with himself. His head tilted to the side at the mention of Osprey's name, unable to make the connection as he was fairly certain his grandfather Osprey had left before Peregrine had been born. A slightly grating note rumbled in his throat as he tried to piece things together, trying to figure out how Peregrine could have been living with Osprey when the prospect of a hunt came up. Relieved and distracted from the topic of babies and family, Shrike nodded curtly. "Sure." He said, and licked his lips. "Could dig a hunt."