Redhawk Caldera Neverland

The afternoon passed peacefully enough. Peregrine was happy to say that none of the boys took after their older sister, who had been a banshee her first few weeks of life. They could be loud, at times, but so far, none had come close to shattering his eardrums. Nor had they proved particularly troublesome in other aspects, despite Hamburglar's snaggle tooth and the near-constant expulsion of bodily fluids and gasses.

Fox needed a break and the Alpha male nodded as she left, then turned his attention upon the four pups. Sometimes they fussed when their mother went away. For now, three of them remained asleep (or at least motionless) but the littlest of the bunch seemed squirmier. Peregrine bent over little Smol (@Peter), nosing along his back before giving the youngest's head a sloppy kiss.