Redhawk Caldera if i die young

Jaws had no problem with the quietness of the pack and acting as warden as Peregrine had asked of him was only made easier when few decided to enroach on Redhawk's boundaries. His Alpha's reputation was a benefit in that respect and Jaws could wholly appreciate the sensibility in not allowing everyone and their cat to come knocking at will. From a survival standpoint, secure borders were the best for everyone contained within them, which now included the approving coywolf.

"Well, anyone with a tail," Jaws laughed with another wink in Peregrine's direction. But although it did not show on Jaws' amused face, Peregrine had planted a tiny seed of doubt within the black male's head. His Alpha had just confirmed what Dove had been ranting to him about the other day, and although she was not pregnant yet, it was highly possible given that their affair occurred when she was in heat. Jaws was just beginning to settle down here, and indeed had developed a fondness for his Alpha. But Jaws would not allow worry to consume him, not even if he received confirmation that Dove was carrying his offspring. He would deal with it as required.

"Yeah I bet you'd just love to have my hide," Jaws replied with a smug look, making an exaggerated display of brushing off his pelt as he scuffed one paw across the other leg. In his comfort, his usual vain, flirtatious humor had returned.