Redhawk Caldera literally

An ear-splitting crescendo of squeals rose from the den. Grimm straightened up, staring at the shrouded entrance. Before long, a tired-looking Peregrine half-emerged into the light, dropping a writhing, squealing parcel of bright fur on the ground - presumably in an attempt to give the rest of the family some peace and quiet. Unless he planned to take her to the other side of the map, that seemed unlikely.

Grimm was herself so busy staring at the child that Peregrine's sarcastically spoken remark took her by surprise. "Buh - me?" she asked, staring dumbly at him for several seconds until the absurdity of the offer dawned on her. Of course he wasn't giving away his baby. Grimm gave her tousled head a shake. "Oh - right. No. Uh.. but if you rub her belly, or swing her around, sometimes they quiet down. You know, if she's got a belly-ache."