Redhawk Caldera This town is colder now

Peregrine roamed his borders, his demeanor a little listless. He had been in a funk these past few weeks but he knew he needed to shake off the rust and focus on the upcoming winter. He still felt sore about losing Wildfire, not to mention the neverborns. To put some pep in his step, the Alpha reminded himself that he and Fox could (and would) expand their family at some point, probably closer to spring.

The sky was a seraphic blue and there was a bite to the November air. His muscles were warm but not quite limber, so Peregrine mentally coaxed himself into a run. He would never be fast, yet his gait was steady as he swung around the foot of the caldera, the shores of Lake Rodney suddenly sprawling in the distance before him.