Redhawk Caldera Killed the lord, left for the new world

"I'm willing to bet," Peregrine replied evenly, squinting off into the distance as if giving Finley a playful glare from afar, "that our good friend Finley wasn't thinking at all." His dusky eyes returned to his mate's face, impulsively trailing over the scar that marred it. He was glad it wasn't bothering her much. He wondered if it would heal completely or leave a scar. It was a good thing he was in it for her ass, not her face.

Fox's insistence that he head up to the den and leave her to a patrol made him hesitate. "Are you sure? I'd like to come with you, if you'll have me," he said in a low voice, uncertain as to whether she might be wanting (or needing) the time alone.