Blacktail Deer Plateau Be strong tonight

Peregrine roamed the night, wide awake despite the late hour. His brain simply wouldn't shut down tonight. He hadn't talked to Hawkeye about his concerns yet; he would sit her down soon but he wanted to organize his thoughts first. He kept batting the possibilities back and forth but he had yet to arrive at a decision. Of course, he wouldn't make it alone but he wanted to be sure of what he planned to say.

By now, he'd come to believe that it would likely be best if he stepped down, perhaps into the Gamma rank, to let Hawkeye rule by herself. He could still be a husband, father and Gamekeeper. Of course, he would miss being the Alpha male—and one half of a wildly attractive Alpha pair, in his opinion—but he honestly believed there just wasn't room on the throne for both of them. Hawkeye was too independent and strong-willed to share it. And he was pretty convinced that, should he point this out, she would probably agree with him. Perhaps, even now, she was regretting that day when she'd spontaneously crowned him.

Hopefully they could see eye-to-eye and arrive at a mutual decision peaceably enough but, for now, it all remained to be seen. Presently, he kept his concerns tucked into the hidden chambers of his heart and mind as he threaded along the plateau's edge. He peered out over the flatlands beyond, admiring the way the moonlight left a silvery film over the grass.