Redhawk Caldera [m] This is the War Room

Wildfire darted away. Peregrine knew that if Fox didn't chase after her, the child would inevitably return. But he had probably bought them five or ten minutes. He would use that time well. He finished gathering himself, sitting upright beside the sprawled Fox. He would have offered to help her up but she looked quite comfy. He scooted to offer his paws as a pillow, then bent down to kiss her temple.

While he was down there, he checked on the state of his bits. They appeared intact. But looking at his own crotch suddenly reminded him of his recent encounter with Pan. He glanced down at Fox, lightly licking his lips. Was now the wrong time to bring up a lover, so soon after making things right? Not to mention the fact that they were literally still breathless from their tryst.

But it wasn't like the two were conventional about anything else, so why worry about the contents of their pillow talk? Sinking down beside her, Peregrine said, "Something interesting happened recently." He curled his forelegs and shifted onto one hip. "My boner reminded me of it." He chortled, then grew a bit more serious as he continued, "I was talking to Pan about relationships and stuff the other day. He seemed to want to tell me something but couldn't get it out. So I was just sort of... physically there for him. We were cuddling, I guess. He totally popped a red rocket, then ran away."

Although he used casual language to describe the scenario, there was no silliness in Peregrine's voice. Pan had seemed truly and terribly embarrassed. As soon as he could, the Alpha wanted to track him down and put him at ease. First, though, he wanted to know what Fox thought, because... "I'm kind of attracted to him. He's so... different. He's sweet and vulnerable. He's virginal. It's... is it bad that I think that's kind of sexy?"