Redhawk Caldera Two large gulps of free-range oxygen

He quirked a brow when she mentioned his recent encounter with a skunk. "Who...?" he wondered out loud, then laughed quietly. "Yeah, the scent's finally gone for the most part, just in time to be replaced by the smell of vomit." Even as Peregrine said the words, he realized Osprey might not understand. He paused, wondering how she might feel about the news, then said simply, "Fox is expecting. She's been getting some morning sickness." Although his eyes glowed, he stopped there, saying no more on the subject.

But almost immediately, he thought of Blue Willow and the question sprung to his lips: Have they been born? Yet he exercised the same restraint he had during Pura's recent visit. It wasn't that he didn't care about his former lover and best friend and their pups. It was the opposite actually; he felt that by leaving them be, he was doing them a favor. He had thought the same of his sister. He still did, really, though he was glad he had decided against ignoring her.

"I hope things are well with you?" he queried, still holding her gaze. He cared about the plateau, yet he wouldn't ask. And should she volunteer the information, Peregrine would not pursue the topic. But he definitely wouldn't mind hearing about how Osprey herself was doing. "How's the winter been treating you so far, Silver Bullet?"