Redhawk Caldera Monster

This morning, he was even stiffer than usual on account of the scab developing on his shoulder blade. Peregrine cussed under his breath as he hoisted himself to his feet, then asked Fox to take a look to make sure it didn't look infected. She frowned at the wound and the Alpha sighed. He hadn't seen Ferret since the incident and Osprey's visit had done a good job of waylaying him. But he should really find his son to talk to him about his behavior.

Instead of Ferret, however, he found Whip. "Yo," Peregrine called affectionately, marveling at how much he really resembled Nightjar now that he was filling out and reaching his full adult proportions. Even their eyes matched: a dull gray, like their mother's. If they appeared particularly empty, he didn't notice. But he was well aware of Whip's withdrawn nature, being his dad and all.

"You gonna eat that?" he quipped as he drew up beside the youth, peering down at the squashed bug he appeared to be studying.