Redhawk Caldera Memoreyes

The boy seemed a little bewildered, though that wasn't unexpected. Grinning, Peregrine withdrew perhaps a foot to watch as the Nightjar slowly bumbled around to face his mother. His own eyes flicked to Fox's face. She had a small smile touching her lips. He realized he hadn't seen her do that much lately. Over their son's wobbling head, Peregrine sat up and kissed the edge of her jaw.

"Oh, I only meant to go on a hunt, then I found myself running all over creation. I ran into a wolf named Bindi from Duty's pack, then ran into Blue Willow. Then I went to see Duty myself. It was a busy day. I'm sorry I was gone so long." He leaned forward to place another, softer lick on the corner of her mouth. "I hope these buttholes didn't give you too much trouble," he added, unaware that Wildfire had been unusually quiet the duration of his foray.

"How cute is this goober?" he queried, motioning toward the fumbling Nightjar. He bent down to give the pup's tail a playful tug in the hopes of getting him to face this way again. "Let me see those pretty baby blues. Then your mother and I can start placing bets on what color they'll end up."