Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

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Of course, with Wildfire in the mix, these moments were never actually quiet. When his ginger child began to cry out for the umpteenth time, Peregrine focused on getting her to settle down and go to sleep. Although she was a royal pain in the ass when she was awake, she was an excellent sleeper. While he focused on soothing her with licks and nuzzles, Raven came awake beside her with a big yawn that made Peregrine pause and smile.

"Why can't you be more like your sister?" he said to Wildfire. He didn't make a habit out of talking to the deaf pups, yet it was a particularly pertinent question. He then resumed running his tongue along Wildfire's back, as it seemed to be having the desired effect: her wails were subsiding and she was growing still. Meanwhile, Raven seemed to have drawn on her sibling's fading energy and was now on the move.

Suddenly, the black hairs on the back of his neck stood up and Peregrine whipped around to face the den's mouth, sensing danger. When he saw the weasel's head popping into the den, he snarled savagely and whirled like a rattlesnake, snapping at the tiny intruder. Small as it was, it could pose a real threat to his pups. The Alpha male veritably roared as he made to chase it from the den or, better yet, crush its fool head with his teeth.