Redhawk Caldera if i die young

The grayjay looked at Peregrine, and although it did not display the same terror it had before when the pair had first met the dark Alpha, it still regarded him with suspicion. It chirped, but who really knew what it was saying. It often chirped and peeped and tweeted, a bit similar to Peregrine's colicky daughter in that way but thankfully the bird was not hard on the ears.

Jaws chuckled at Peregrine's joke. "I think he likes it here," the coywolf commented, about to answer the question his Alpha had thought about but never asked. "He's building a nest in the log..." he trailed off as a drop of rain hit his muzzle as well. He looked upward as Peregrine did, more rain drops landing on his face. It was a sure sign that winter was losing the seasonal battle and spring was gaining dominance. Jaws welcomed the change.

He did not however welcome a soaked pelt when the temperatures were still a bit chill, and without question followed his Alpha to the thicket. Once Peregrine had settled, Jaws crawled in beside him. There was not enough space between them for a leaf in these tight quarters. Peregrine mentioned Dick and Jaws whistled for the bird, not expecting it to come but making the offer, but it had retreated out of sight to find its own shelter. "I guess he doesn't want to join us," he commented.