Redhawk Caldera On dark wings

Peregrine did not pick up on Ashton's initial reluctance, nor the fact that growing was the magical word. His eyes widened a little at the male's exuberant reply, though the swarthy leader would likely get used to his loud, expressive personality soon enough. In the meantime, his charcoal tail waved, approving of his subordinate's enthusiasm.

"Patrol first," he reminded Ashton, still trotting along with his goldenrod companion now in tow. "What are your other interests, apart from botany and healing?" Peregrine asked conversationally as they strode around the caldera, one ear pinned in Ashton's direction, the other still pointed ahead. His gaze swept his surroundings, vigilant despite his divided attention.