Redhawk Caldera for however long it takes

"Safe," Peregrine repeated, exhaling the word into Luke's ear. He drew in a breath, which hitched oddly in his throat. He held it. The scent, it wasn't right... but the moment passed quickly, as it tended to do in this mental state. He touched his nose to his companion's earlobe, nuzzling the soft patch of pale fur there. "Safe," he murmured a third and final time.

He drew back slightly when Luke asked him to explain what had happened. Right then, Peregrine tumbled briefly into a vivid nightmare, a flashback to the day of the incident. He saw Junior striking at Wildfire's neck. "No..." he moaned low in his throat, legs suddenly crumpling. He sat, hard, then sprawled onto his belly so abruptly that his face brushed the length of Luke's chest on the way down.

Something about the brief flutter of sateen fur against his face calmed and soothed Peregrine's nightmare. He remained where he had sunk onto the ground, yet didn't say anything more. Instead, he tipped his head back to gaze up at Luke, eyes open but distant. A faint smile drifted over his mouth, then faded, and then he leaned against his companion's legs like a child wanting to be held.