Redhawk Caldera for however long it takes

Luke was oblivious to Peregrine's state of mind. Though he sensed something was off, he assumed it was an aftereffect of whatever had happened at the caldera. Peregrine accepted his touch, leaning into him, to which the white wolf breathed a sigh of relief. In the instant following his affectionate gesture he expected teeth and anger, to be chastised for the way he had left his companion and for how long it took for him to return. But all he got was a soft why.

"I tried to see you and Fox chased me off," he said softly, his muzzle still pressed against the black alpha's neck. "I spoke to your daughter. She was wounded badly, attacked by your mate when she tried to visit." He paused, pulling back so that he could meet Peregrine's gaze. "You're even gray now. What happened?"