Redhawk Caldera for however long it takes

@Peregrine set on the shore of Lake Rodney

The sky had darkened into night, the glow of the moon shrouded behind dense cloud cover. It was not raining, but the air was damp and cool and it promised to rain soon. On the heels of his trip to the plateau, the blue-nosed wolf made no deviations as he trekked toward the caldera. He was weary by the time he arrived, not at the borders, but at the lake that neighbored them. Here, next to the calm serenity of the water, he found a level of comfort. He scratched a makeshift den into the soft earth amid some shoreline moss, beneath the shelter of overhanging boughs.

It was his plan now to wait. To stalk the fringes of the caldera in hopes of crossing paths with its black alpha. It could take a while, but Luke had nothing but time, and was determined not to leave until he saw his companion. It had been too long, and now amid the concern that had been shadowing his sun was a degree of guilt. He last left Peregrine with a tease, fleeing just as things began to get hot, and though he had not intended to be absent for so long, he was easily sidetracked a poor tracker of time. But that was secondary to his worry.

What had happened here, for Fox and Saena to have mauled each other, and Fox to have denied him from seeing Peregrine? The question nagged him, and he did not sleep. He only dozed restlessly.