Blacktail Deer Plateau You can't take me, I'm free

It had all happened very fast indeed. Since then, Peregrine's feelings had become very strong and deep; they were incredibly genuine at this point. He thought the same went for Hawkeye and perhaps would've been devastated, had he known the truth: that his mate doubted their relationship frequently. He didn't know—didn't even suspect—and since Osprey made no outward remark about the matter, nor did he.

When Osprey rebuked their brothers for how they'd treated in him, Peregrine felt something melt in his stomach. "Oss," he said quietly, "you have no idea how much it means to me to hear someone say that. All this time, I've been understanding toward them... but the whole thing feels so fucking shitty," he admitted. He frowned lightly at her. "I'm not sure what to do but to give it time and space. Crete, at least, doesn't seem to loathe me the way Atti does. I haven't even seen nor spoken to Atticus since that day. He said he needed time to think..."

His throat felt tight and Peregrine shrugged with feigned casualness that Osprey would surely see through immediately. He didn't care, though. He appreciated his sister, her company and her take on the matter. They needn't linger on things that were beyond their control. Hopefully, Atticus and Crete would come around and everything would be sunshine and daisies again someday. Just like old times...

"You are the best, Silver Bullet," Peregrine opined, stretching out on his side like a sleepy cat. "I'd like to think Atti and Crete will come around, despite what's happened, and that, of course, I can always count on Hawkeye. But with you, I just... know. I know you'll always have my back and that you'll always be there for me. Love you sis," he said, sitting up quickly to plant a smooch on her muzzle before sprawling out again and closing his eyes.