Redhawk Caldera Fire and brimstone

I was going to put this off a few more days, but I am (and Fox is) weak. So many feeeeeels.

In typical Fox manner, she was unwilling to admit her mistake. Stomping all over Peregrine was not the way to beat this thing, and she couldn't stand him acting all... well, un-Peregrine like. He moped around like some newborn pup, worried that he might overstep his bounds. "Peregrine," she began, taking a pause from cleaning her wounds. "I don’t want to do this alone. I’ve done it before, and I hated it." She was referring to her days in Swiftcurrent Creek, to the few times Peregrine had gone on some journey without her. His place was beside her, no matter what mistakes he had made. She could forgive him for that.

Granted, she had Elwood and Finley to back her up, but they were there to support each other, not her. Peregrine was meant to be her support. "We can recover from this," she said defiantly, "We will recover from this." Fox would not let anything—anything—get between them. Not even her overwhelming desire to throttle him for bringing Junior here. Mistakes were made, but he could earn back her trust. It was the only way for them to keep their family together. This... distance was not what Fox had wanted. She shifted slightly, beckoning him to come close. "Come back to me, Perry."

Would he forgive her? Could he?

Would she forgive him? Could she?