Redhawk Caldera curiosity kill the baby

*hogs all your threads*

Apart from some occasional and brief encounters with his pack mates, Peregrine was trying to stay far away from everybody until he could get the smell under control. He hoped that Ashton et al would locate some tomatoes soon so he could roll in them. For now, he could only bide his time and keep busy with patrolling and hunting.

He was doing a little bit of both this morning when he spotted a large shape moving just beyond the borders. Peregrine stopped, sniffed and froze. Pura! he wanted to scream, yet he had no idea how he would be received by his seemingly autistic son. Also, he had vowed to keep his distance from the plateau wolves...

In the end, a father could not pass up an opportunity to see and speak to his child. "Pura!" he called after all, trotting toward him. "Holy shit, I forgot how huge you were. What are you up to, buddy...?" he questioned, stopping some distance away so as not to infringe on Pura's personal space, in case he shared his sisters' opinion of the Redleaf-DiSarinno.