Redhawk Caldera Throwback Thursday

Peregrine felt hungover when he woke this morning. Not only did he feel stiff and creaky, his stomach was sour and his head pounded something fierce. Trying not to think of the prior night's events, he hauled himself to his feet and immediately left the rendezvous site. He sought water, which helped settle his stomach, and walking around helped work some of the kinks out of muscle and bone. But his head still hurt, particularly around the socket housing his blind eye. Peregrine steeled his jaw, ignoring it as he set off to hunt.

He returned to the rendezvous site an hour later, a rabbit in his mouth. Peregrine went straight in search of @Elwood, @Eljay, @Liffey and Lagan. Maybe he was a shitty father but he liked to think he was still a halfway decent Alpha and provider. "I brought some breakfast," he announced after dropping the kill and coming to a stop a few yards away from where the Blackthorn family usually slept. The headache was still there, though duller now.