Redhawk Caldera Luck of an Unlucky Hippie [Rejoin]

Wolves don't sweat! :P

Grimm had recently returned to their ranks, which made Peregrine think of the other handful of wolves that had vanished into the ether since founding the caldera. Why weren't more wolves like FitzDutiful, who had had the decency to inform them of his departure? The Alpha male would always respect him for that. Then there were others who just vanished, leaving the pack confused and sad, then eventually angry, about the loss of their family member.

Peregrine wasn't much of one for second chances but Fox had judged Grimm worthy of one. And now, it seemed, the Alpha male would get his opportunity to dole one out too. Because, unbelievably enough, he tracked a familiar scent and found none other than the hippie healer himself sitting at his borders. Peregrine stopped, staring from a distance, trying to decide how he should feel about this. Then Somnia's face floated through his head and he knew exactly how he would react to Ashton's prodigal return.

"You left," he barked, something decidedly hostile about his body language as he made his approach, "and then Somnia disappeared too. It's your fault we lost one of the best wolves this pack ever had." As the word had left his mouth, Peregrine braked to an abrupt halt, leering over Ashton and ignoring his strange cargo entirely.