Redhawk Caldera it's a hard whump life for us

He was halfway through another mind-numbing patrol when a scream pierced the air, causing Peregrine to dig his toes into the earth, freeze and listen. He swiveled to look back the way he had come, squinting at a dark blob in the distance. Even as he tried to discern what he was looking at, the Alpha began to lope in that direction. When he saw that it was a wolf, he kicked into a higher gear, only to slow again somewhat when he recognized those markings. He was unmistakably looking at Fox's sister, Magpie, and it had been so long that Peregrine honestly couldn't remember how he felt about her.

And why on earth was she sleeping on his borders? And why had she screamed? Was she having a nightmare? Or maybe a fit? Was she sick? Crazy? A thousand questions flicked through his head as he warily closed the distance. By the time he came within a few yards of her, Magpie was stirring. She was breathing heavily and seemed a bit out of it. Then she abruptly cried out and scrambled away, revealing the answer to all of Peregrine's questions: three tiny wolf pups lay on the ground, fresh and dead as hell.

His jade eyes narrowed as he ascertained the situation. He felt a momentary empathy with Magpie for her loss—he knew well the agony of losing a baby—though his heart quickly hardened. She meant nothing to him, her pups even less. Without a sound, the Alpha prowled to stand over the three little corpses while keeping his dead-eyed gaze fixed on their bereft mother. He stared at her for a long beat, then slowly dropped his attention to the dead pups, a broad paw striking out to gently roll them onto their backs.

A few seconds later, he threw back his head and howled for @Fox.