Redhawk Caldera father bird

"Not now, you can't. You have to train him," Peregrine pointed out (sagely, he thought). "Just think of all the possibilities... er, what was your name?" Of course, they hadn't even gotten around to introductions yet. There was no time like the present. "I'm Peregrine, or Perry. I'm from the caldera," he added, motioning toward the squat peak in the distance.

"I met a crow named Jack not long ago," the Alpha wolf shared with a twitch of his tail. "He didn't look like your bird. I'm betting he's a chicken," he opined with a bob of his head. Peregrine liked to think he knew what he was talking about—his mother had been a walking encyclopedia on bird lore—but he really didn't. "Does he have a name?" he wondered.