Redhawk Caldera for however long it takes

When his companion spoke, Peregrine's lips pursed gently, his brow furrowing. Luke might have seen it as a reaction to his words and he wouldn't have been wrong, exactly. But the Kappa's confusion was brought on by a reason quite different reason than what the blue-nosed wolf might have expected. Truth be told, he only registered every fourth word or so. It was the smoothness with which they were spoken that left Peregrine slightly bewildered, though as soon as Luke's voice trailed away, it was like Peregrine forgot all about it.

All he cared about was that gentle touch. Slowly but deliberately, the unconscious Peregrine slid closer to Luke, arching his neck to wrap around the other male's. Their chests touched and he felt both their heartbeats. His own was slow and steady, Luke's much more birdlike. That made some sort of sense at least. Peregrine's lips twitched, then his blanched features slackened again.

"I feel..." he started, then stopped. He let out a long, low, sleepy breath. "Safe."