Redhawk Caldera The night is still young

Peregrine's lips pursed when Lasher declared he didn't know why he'd come. He'd moved close enough to gently nudge his companion's shoulder before settling back on his haunches. He regarded the other male silently, bobbing his head as if to acknowledge the inference in Lasher's next few words.

"I'm doing really well," the Alpha responded honestly. Life had its ups and downs, yet largely Peregrine's life had been going swimmingly as of late. Knock on wood. "How about you? Everything all right?"