Redhawk Caldera I Instagram every meal I've had

Nightjar reacted to his touch by rolling onto his side, then his back. Peregrine grinned at the tubby pink belly presented to him. If not for the squirt of urine suddenly dampening it, he might have leaned forward to tickle it with his nose. Instead, he did his perhaps disgusting but essential parental duty and swiped his tongue over the pup's underside, removing any traces of the fluid. Being damp and smelly could literally be dangerous for such a young whelp.

After cleaning up his roly poly son, Peregrine finally did what he'd wanted to do: he very, very gently pressed his nose against that irresistible little tummy. Little did he know that he was putting possibly uncomfortable pressure on the gluttonous youngster and that it might have regrettable consequences.