Redhawk Caldera Two large gulps of free-range oxygen

Despite the time and distance that kept them from one another, it didn't lessen the protective instincts that surged to the surface when Osprey began her story and mentioned being injured in a stampede. Without even realizing what he was doing, Peregrine scooted closer to her, touching his black muzzle to her shoulder. She was obviously all right, yet it still made his skin crawl. She easily could have lost her life.

"Wow," he said softly when she finished. He managed a small smile in response to her joke, though his expression became more serious. "Ragnar and Thistle are seriously some of the most selfless wolves I've ever known. They've rescued both of my Ospreys now," he observed with a light, wry laugh. "I actually asked them if the bay and the caldera could be allies. I haven't heard back yet but I hope they decide to take me up on it."

So you're okay now?" he asked, despite the fact that his sister was clearly well enough to travel and whatnot. "I'm surprised you weren't able to outrun them," Peregrine added, his tone becoming slightly teasing. "Maybe I need to redact your Silver Bullet nickname. Are you slowing down in your old age, Oss?" The joke was that if she was old, then so was he. Well, they would be coming up on their fourth birthday soon.