Redhawk Caldera Peel off her face and frantically chew her eyes [m]

Initially afraid to infringe, seeing as he was now beneath her (and everyone else in the pack), Peregrine remained mum and began to get rid of the evidence. It wasn't unlike the countless times he had sucked down various baby excrement. His mind went to another place entirely. It didn't taste bad. It tasted like nothing at all. And he had already disconnected from any attachment to the wolf herself, the flesh of his flesh.

When they finished their grisly duty, Fox spoke to him again. Peregrine felt his first real twinge of horrible sadness at her words. He was sad to lose his station, yes, but he would take his licks. The thing that sank his heart was the realization that he and Fox were no longer mates. She had said acting, after all. He shouldn't have been surprised, yet suddenly Peregrine felt like someone had taken a sharp knife and scooped out all his insides.

"I understand," he replied. He then bowed his head again, his snout lining up in such a way to give him an eyeful of his bleeding wound. Peregrine closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at it. Maybe he would bleed out and die, which would probably be for the best. He had nothing left.

You have three things left, a soft voice whispered in his head. Nightjar. Wildfire. Raven. His eyes opened and, mechanically, he began to clean his wound.