Redhawk Caldera Dr. Who

Now might have been the perfect time to bring up the altercation with Sebastian's father, yet Peregrine had completely forgotten about it. There had been so many callers at the borders lately, all of them sent away with snarls and snaps, that he couldn't keep them straight anymore. But he had noticed that influx ebbing lately and he hoped it was the direct result of their behavior. Hopefully the word was out and the rest of the wolves in the Teekon Wilds knew to leave Redhawk Caldera well enough alone.

Ha, as if, Peregrine mused sarcastically when Sebastian shone the spotlight on Pan. The Alpha's smoky jade eyes flicked to his lover's face, softening as he stumbled through an answer. Not everyone in the pack could be a total hardass and, truthfully, Peregrine wouldn't want Pan to change his entire personality just for them. All he asked for was some effort and, as far as he could tell, his lover was keeping up with his end of the deal on that front.

"We can always do some wrestling, improve your reflexes and stuff," he quipped. "It'll be more fun than patrolling, which is the world's most boring if most necessary duty. Maybe when Seb's feeling better, we could even tag team him," Peregrine suggested, unaware that it might secretly sound like it contained a sexual innuendo.