Redhawk Caldera for however long it takes

Perhaps that was Luke's greatest character flaw: that he so quickly became invested in those around him. He had a sensitive heart, one that presently had been replaced with a bird in his chest that was trying desperately to escape. In the grand scheme of things, he hardly knew Peregrine, and yet he cared for him as though he had been a part of Luke's life for years. He cared similarly for other wolves whom he'd known for just a short time, like Saena. So, he had found himself troubled by events that really had nothing to do with him, and that he should not be worried over.

But here he was, swallowing thickly as Peregrine turned to look at him, after being silent at length. "Yeah," he said barely above a whisper, his brows furrowing as he gazed upon a face he did not entirely recognize; a face that was once as dark as shadow had now heavily grayed; a face that bore a strange expression. Luke's own ears fell back. He was unable to restrain himself, and in one smooth motion swept to his companion and pressed his muzzle into Peregrine's neck. "I've been worried about you," he murmured.