Redhawk Caldera if i die young

"No doubt," Jaws chuckled, but the smile that accompanied his laugh faded with the onset of the Alpha's gloom. The coywolf did not have his moods affected by weather the way many did, viewing them for what they were logically and not symbolically, but he was affected by his companion's struggle.

"Did you know I had other kids?" Peregrine asked, and Jaws shook his head no. The two had not had much time to talk, with Jaws joining the pack just prior to the birth of the Alpha's pups. Fortunately, Peregrine was a much better conversationalist than Jaws, who was all to content to just listen and add a few comments here and there, which was considerably easier for him than trying to initiate the discourse or steer it in new directions. "Why would someone not want you to have more pups?" he queried when Peregrine had finished, his curiosity authentic. "I don't understand that. I especially don't understand how someone could hate a pup because of the circumstance of their birth." There was a lot of personal truth to the last statement, and the coywolf's expression hardened ever so slightly.