Redhawk Caldera we sleep until the sun goes down.

Peregrine stared, hard, when Elwood mentioned the names. "Come again?" he said, implying his companion had sneezed or thrown up or something rather than offered his children's names. "Lucy, huh?" he added without giving the Beta a chance to react, nodding approvingly at his lil' homie. "She's my favorite. No offense to you, T-whack and Cl—" The noise that came from his mouth couldn't be properly called a word, more of a weird series of grunts. Seriously, what kind of savages were the Blackthorns, to give their small children such ridiculous names? "We look after our own," he finished with a nod and a heavily sarcastic grin.

"Eljay!" the Alpha exclaimed when his nephew joined them, immediately offering his sitting services. Peregrine waved his tail and regarded the young man fondly. He had no idea about his inability to accept Peter's death, though he did think about how his son's loss must be affecting the yearling. He was just glad he had three new baby siblings to distract him and lift his spirits. "Can you believe the names your parents picked out for these guys? I mean, Lucy's coo' but what about poor Terragon and Cauliflower?" Peregrine teased.