Redhawk Caldera for however long it takes

Luke stirred in his shallow sleep, and then awoke and stared blinking into the night. Something had waken him that time, but it took several minutes before his mind registered that it was a scent drifting past his blue nose that had caused him to rouse. Peregrine. The white wolf swiftly stood and glanced around, expecting to see the alpha standing right before him. But he was not, and for a moment he believed he had imagined the scent. But no, it was still there about him. He sniffed deeper, looked harder. A shadow moved along the lake edge.

The lone wolf padded toward it, still unconvinced. What would Peregrine be doing out here in the middle of the night? He was anticipating waiting at least several days before catching so much as a glimpse of his companion, but here he was, or here he seemed to be, right now at the lake. Luke shook his head, and still doubted the identity of the shadow until he drew up behind it, stopping several feet away. It was him. His heart drummed.

"Perry?" he called out softly.