Redhawk Caldera The night is still young

He'd stayed close to the rendezvous site for those first few days, though eventually the tantalizing view of Lake Rodney beckoned him to roam to its distant shores. He spent the afternoon there, tracking and hunting. He didn't manage to fell anything, though. Feeling decidedly exhausted, Peregrine paused for a long drink. The setting sun warmed his black pelt. Thirst slaked, he turned and began to wander back toward home.

He became lost in thought as his feet carried him toward the caldera. He thought of Luke. He hadn't seen his friend in a while now, he realized. Peregrine still felt fond of the other male from afar, though he thought it was unlikely anything would happen between them at this point. They lived entirely different lives and it would just be too hard to balance a wandering lover with his family. Maybe they could hook up sometime, though. That might be fun.

There was a slightly lascivious nature to Peregrine's smile as he hit the foot of the mount and began to climb. He wasn't aware of it. He paused when a spring breeze swept against him, cool and refreshing as it wove through the long black fur at the nape of his neck.