Redhawk Caldera father bird

When the wolf sat up and spoke, the bird squawked and disappeared into a nearby bush. Peregrine stared at the spot where it had vanished, wondering why it hadn't taken flight. His eyes then shifted back to the stranger's face. He tried not to stare right at his overbite, yet those curved fangs drew his eye nonetheless. His gaze fixed on his left tooth in particular.

"So you plan to eat him then?" he asked, a strange note to his voice. It could be likened to disappointment. "I think you should keep him around. I've never seen a predatory sparrow before. You could sic him on your enemies," Peregrine thought out loud. Mo would've killed for a carnivorous pet sparrow, he thought with a twitch of his lips.