Redhawk Caldera Good things about procrastination

Naturally, talk of games geared toward hunting piqued his interest. He listened attentively as Somnia explained her idea, one ear tilting backward at the mention of fowl. Recently, Peregrine had developed an aversion to killing birds, even the butt ugly ones (I'm lookin' at you, wild turkeys). He thought of Jack. Though he didn't know it, he would meet another bird soon: Dick, the carnivorous chicken. He didn't much like the idea of using birds as bait and was so busy pondering why that was—had he belatedly inherited it from March Owl?—that he nearly missed the fact that the Gamma wanted to use feathers, not birds themselves. Like, duh.

"Som, you never fail to impress with your innovative ideas. You're gonna be the best Caretaker ever!" He grinned at her. Peregrine knew she'd been through a lot lately—from Ashton's untimely disappearance to this disagreement with Dove (not to mention the violation he didn't know about)—and he took every chance he got to remind her how valuable she was to him and this pack.

It didn't seem like a game they could play at the drop of a hat, so Peregrine suddenly tapped the Gamma's shoulder and declared, "Tag, you're it!" Giggling like a damn fool, he then took off, galloping away from the den lest their impromptu game disturb the snoozing Fox.