Redhawk Caldera if i die young

Jaws received the news like any seasoned pack mate, though he had only been there since just before the pups' birth. This reaction warmed him. Peregrine acknowledged his condolences with a bob of his head, then swallowed thoughtfully when Jaws touched on the subject of the father's own feelings of loss.

"I don't know how to describe it but it's less like sadness than it is yearning. He was so young and there wasn't much to him, not yet," he said softly, in a tone of utmost fondness. "What hurts is knowing he'll never grow up with his brother and sisters, that he'll never see or hear or experience the world." He paused, lips pursing before he let out a breath. "I don't think he suffered. He knew only food, warmth, love..."

He trailed off, finding himself staring at the grave. What he'd just said was accurate: he missed the potential as much as he did his actual son. Peregrine was pretty sure that, within a few weeks, this loss would be nearly forgotten as he got caught up in raising three rambunctious cubs. Of course, he would never forget "Derp" completely but his very short life would be no more than a brief and well-loved blip on his family's radar.

"We've named two of the others," he said, deciding to focus on the good rather than the bad. "Our remaining son is Nightjar. The older girl is Wildfire. You've probably heard her screaming." He smirked faintly. "We're still thinking of names for the youngest." He refrained from calling her "Derpina," as it almost felt like relegating her to the same dopey, eternally anonymous fate as her brother.