Redhawk Caldera for however long it takes

"Perry!" Luke exclaimed, as his companion moaned and then crumpled before him like a ragdoll. His silver eyes were wide with shock and worry, his mouth held slightly agape with the same startled feeling. He gazed down into Peregrine's jade green eyes as Peregrine's head tilted to look up at him, and felt a chill crawl up his spine. His eyes were open, but unfocused, distant, as though he was not really looking at Luke at all. "Perry..." his voice cracked. He swallowed, unsure of what to make of this, but wishing dearly that he did. His once proud, powerful companion, was a troubled, fallen king. Not knowing what else to do, Luke did what he knew: he crouched down, cradling his friend as he gently brushed his muzzle against Peregrine's ears and bathed the top of his head with his blue tongue.