Redhawk Caldera chew you up and spit you out

When a light mist began to fall during his patrol, Peregrine didn't let it deter him. He wanted to make this quick, then get back to Fox. He hated being apart from her even for five minutes, yet the Master Warden knew it was imperative to make these circuits. He needed to make sure no unwelcome visitors were loitering around the caldera and drench his signature scent all over the borders to further deter anyone thinking about trespassing.

He was nearly finished when the sound of voices drew his attention. Giving his damp pelt a shake, he paused and very nearly turned to head back to the den anyway. Then he heard a distinct voice saying, "Peregrine's, like... the biggest, gaping asshole in the Wilds. He's got to be constantly constipated or something." His eyeball twitched as he debated whether he found that more amusing or disrespectful.

The Alpha male swept rather suddenly onto the scene, eyeballing Dove momentarily before pinning his gaze on Magpie. He said nothing for the moment, waiting to see how the mouthy, trash-talking subordinate reacted to his mere presence.