Redhawk Caldera There's not a road I know that leads to anywhere

Just a few days ago, all had been good with the world. All it took was one terrible mistake to bring it all crashing down around his ears. He blamed no one but himself (and Junior). He did not protest his various punishments. In fact, Fox had offered to ease up on him and he had refused. He did his best to focus on the pups and make sure they didn't see even a hint of his inner strife, while working hard to earn redemption.

A moment came when Wildfire was asleep beside a visiting Magpie, and Nightjar and Raven had slunk away, the latter likely due to her new fear of him. Peregrine didn't know what to do with himself, so he left the clearing and made his way down the mountainside. He could hunt, patrol or both. As he descended, he felt so much older all of a sudden. Little did he know that he looked it too; it was as if he had rolled in bleach.

His foot touched the base of the mountain and he decided he didn't feel up to dealing with possible callers at his border. What would he say if someone familiar inevitably showed up? Despite his oath to fortify the borders, he felt a bit fragile for that at the moment. Instead, he stayed close to the territory's interior, scouting around for prey. He was a Master Gamekeeper, after all, and it was the least he could do to bring fresh meat back to his family, particularly the healing Wildfire.