Redhawk Caldera breaking the habit

Peregrine shook his head lightly when Pan apologized. "You didn't. You actually make me feel better," he admitted, a note of guilt in his voice. "Which I don't deserve, no matter what anybody says." He felt an overwhelming urge to distance himself from his companion as he spoke, to force himself away from this source of comfort. Yet he couldn't bring himself to move yet. He would indulge just a few minutes longer...

"Thank you for saying that," the former Alpha murmured, letting more of his weight settle against the other male. Their mismatched fur mingled and Peregrine drew comfort from the soft warmth. He sighed lightly, lingering there for a few breaths before he finally peeled himself away. He didn't deserve Pan's consolation. If anyone deserved a hug from Pan, it was the daughter he'd almost gotten killed.

Suddenly remembering that Pan had called him here, Peregrine recollected aloud, "You called for me earlier." Perhaps he had already answered whatever questions Pan had for him, though perhaps not. Maybe this had all been an unexpected distraction from the white male's original purpose for summoning him. It was quite possible that Peregrine wouldn't be able to help him, though, if the question was meant for an Alpha.