Redhawk Caldera Don't call it a comeback

Exhaustion plagued him. Peregrine chalked it up to his depressive state. Little did he know, he had gone sleepwalking every single night for the past several nights, meandering around the caldera in a zombie-like state (and spooking the natives). He recollected nothing of his nocturnal forays. He just knew he felt constantly tired, his muscles fatigued and his paws achy.

After performing a morning patrol, he returned to the rendezvous site for a nap. When he got there, he spotted Nightjar marking the boundaries. The Kappa stopped, tail wagging as he regarded the growing pup. "Want any help?" he offered when it seemed his son had started running out of juice, a tired smile curving across his faded face.