Redhawk Caldera Lampshades on fire

I thought I'd fade it here, if that's all right wit'chu. :]

"Hell yes, although I want to be there too!" Peregrine said. Sure, he would get all the not-as-fun parts, like throwing up half-digested meat for the pups, cleaning up after them and dealing with nights filled with squirming and crying. But he wanted to get in on the fun parts too! When his kids were learning, having fun and all the other awesome stuff that made up a childhood, he wanted to be there for all of it—or at least as much of it as humanly (wolfenly?) possible.

"Speaking of hunting, let's go kill some stuff," he proposed even as his stomach tightened and then unleashed a rather loud rumble. "Somebody says it's time for breakfast." Laughing lightly, Peregrine began trotting downhill, toward the caldera's outskirts, where the chances of finding game were better than smack dab in the middle of wolf territory. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure his kids' future uncle was right behind him.