Redhawk Caldera [m] worth it

His mate had the grit to make a quip in response and Peregrine took this as a sign that the labor had come to an end. Slowly, he moved forward and tenderly nuzzled Fox's warm temple. "You did awe—" he began to say when her features clenched and her body squeezed out a fourth and final puppy. Peregrine took a step backward as Fox bent down to clean and dry the little black cub, another daughter.

When the exhausted new mother collapsed to the floor, he swept to her side, then lowered himself beside Fox and the newborns. "You did awesome, mama," he finished his earlier sentence, gently licking her face. "Do you need anything? Food? Water?" He would be happy to do anything she asked of him.

It seemed she was quite ready to get some sleep, so the Alpha male placed a soft kiss upon her crown. "I'll keep an eye on them," he said quietly, letting her know she could rest without worry. Truthfully, he wouldn't be able to close his eyes even if he wanted. He was enchanted with his four new offspring.

Two boys and two girls, he mused. I'm a father of eight, he thought, which made him feel vaguely strange for a moment. Then the feeling passed and he lowered his muzzle to snuggle the nearest pup: Mo's itty bitty throwback. I wonder what we'll name you, he thought, which made his attention turn to the litter's largest. And you are Nightjar, no doubt about it. Of course, as soon as Fox was up for that conversation, he would pass that by her.

After gazing at his sons a while, his attention shifted to the two baby girls. You remind me of Ty and Junior, he added, gazing fondly at the tiny inkblot. Maybe you'll be Attica. Beside her, Fox's lookalike twitched as she nursed. His eye was once more drawn to her black tail. She looked like her mother, yet she had a streak of Peregrine in her too. He smirked, bending down to lick the top of her head.