Blacktail Deer Plateau battle of the bewilderbeast

He grinned at his brother, certain that Peregrine would be grateful for a few moments' peace and quiet while Atticus had the little monster occupied. Or, at least he hoped he could keep her occupied. One never knew what one was going to get with this little demon child. She ran toward her, clamoring for an adventure, and he felt his heart swell as she called him "Unca Atti". He loved that. He'd never get tired of the title, and maybe when she got older, he'd embarrass her by continuing to refer to himself as her Unca Atti.

Unfortunately, he had to burst her bubble. "No 'ventures today, little gator," he said with a note of gentle authority in his voice as he crouched down to her level. "Dad says so. But--" he said, before she could cut in and protest. "--maybe Uncle Atti can teach you something cool today, hm?"