Firestone Hot Springs Memories Fade

Blue Willow raised a valid point, yet Peregrine just waved a paw. "I'll float it past her... and by that, I mean I'll convince her it will be good for them. As long as we meet on common ground, I don't foresee any issues," he added. They could not and would not trap their pups at the caldera forever. It would be very good for them to get out and about, meet other wolves outside the pack. "We'll make it happen, maybe in the summer."

All this talk of his mate and pups had him itching to return home, which made him feel guilty. He hadn't seen Blue Willow in so long. But he knew she would understand when he said, "I'd probably better be heading back. I'm really glad I got to see you today, Willow." He pressed his muzzle against her temple, then kissed the corner of her eye. "You take care of those kids—and I'm including Lasher in there—for me." It was funny because of all the wolves in his life, Lasher was perhaps the least kiddish of them all.

"I'll see you again soon, friendmine," he promised, waving his black tail at the Healer and giving her a fond, lingering look before he turned to walk back in the direction of home.