Redhawk Caldera Monster

Whip seemed guilty about something, which made the corner of Peregrine's mouth to twitch. He considered jokingly asking, "May I?" and then slurping down the crushed bug in a (likely unsuccessful) attempt to amuse his son, yet he reconsidered as he watched the boy study what was left of the beetle. Perhaps there was a little bit of naturalist in him or maybe it was just garden variety curiosity.

In any case, Peregrine asked, "What're you getting into today? Have you seen your shithead of a brother?" He didn't even have to mention a name; they both knew he was talking about Ferret. The other three boys could give Peregrine a run for his money too but none were as terrible as the eldest. "I need to talk to him," he continued vaguely before his jade gaze focused on Whip's face, "although... it can wait. I wouldn't mind hanging out with you for a bit, if you're down?"