Redhawk Caldera Snow Squalls

"No thank-you," was Peregrine's sleepy reply. He didn't feel up to playing any games, at least none that didn't involve his wife's posterior end. "Let go of the tree, Tempest," he added before a great big yawn overtook him, splitting his jaws apart. Once it passed, he shook his head and blinked, feeling slightly more awake. His jade eyes were wider and clearer as he stared at the she-wolf, waiting.