Redhawk Caldera [m] say you want more

He bobbed his head to acknowledge her statement, a smile still tugging on his lips. Moving to the caldera had been hard; the circumstances had not exactly been ideal. Peregrine realized now that it was the best and most important decision he'd ever made. He had raised a litter on the plateau but here, he could say that these lands literally belonged to his children, that they had come here just for them and built a tightly-knit pack from the ground up just so they could be reared in the best possible environment. Let's be honest: how many wolves could say that around these parts?

They padded along in silence for a while, then Peregrine broke it. "Hey, I was thinking... I really like the name Nightjar. They're these sort of reddish brown and black birds. Considering their parentage, we stand a good chance of popping out one that looks like that. I feel like that's a cool marriage of our respective naming preferences. What do you think?" He was fairly certain he'd mentioned the name before (either to her or someone else, he couldn't quite remember), as well as another name, which he did not yet mention. The other one fit neither one of their typical naming conventions but it was already a firm favorite in his mind, for more personal and heartfelt reasons.