Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

The protective father was not satisfied with merely chasing the weasel out of the den's mouth. He charged out of the small burrow, black fur bristling and fangs bared. He gave chase as the weasel bounded across the snowy earth and eventually scrambled up the nearest tree. Peregrine ground to a halt and glared upward, growling loudly and tail lashing. He then made a point to urinate against the tree and then trotted back toward his family's home, hiking a leg against the doorway too as a clear warning to the rodent.

Peregrine ducked back inside to find the youngest pup unknowingly facing the doorway. She seemed bewildered. He smiled as he gently lowered himself in front of her. He licked the baby's face, then plucked her up by her scruff and plopped her in between his broad forepaws. Showering his children with affection was wonderful just for the sake of it, though there was another purpose too: he washed her face, cleaned her ears and made sure the rest of her was warm, dry and comfortable.