Big Salmon Lake War paint

"Well screw that," Peregrine said. "I met you in... what? April? And you've been waiting on them all this time? That's crazy, Luke. The caldera could offer you a solid future right now. I already know you'd make a great addition. But, hey, no pressure," he added with a shrug. Despite his casualness, he hoped Luke would consider his words. He felt like they might have already had this conversation before but so much time had passed and so many things had happened that he just wasn't sure, aside from the vague tingle of déjà vu.

"Aside from wandering and being merry, what have you gotten yourself into lately? Had any interesting adventures?" Peregrine queried next, curious despite himself. Luke had found his way into the swarthy wolf's heart rather rapidly somehow and, despite everything, had never really lost his place. Even if he didn't become a Redhawk, Peregrine hoped he would not align himself with an enemy of the caldera, lest he lose this occasional, casual camaraderie.