Redhawk Caldera damaged

The caldera hadn't escaped its fair share of damage as a result of the storm (a bona fide tornado, he knew now). But Peregrine considered them lucky. Most of the impact was purely cosmetic, nothing that affected the land's habitability. With that said, part of the lake had drained, the territory's main stream had flooded and there were tree limbs and other debris littered everywhere. The storm had forever altered the landscape.

He was inspecting the small floodplain in particular today when he decided to head out for a patrol. As he made his way toward the borders, he spotted Pantaleimon's familiar figure up ahead and waved his tail. Happy for the distraction, he loped in his lover's direction and fell into step beside the pale Delta. Peregrine opted for a nibble to his throat rater than a verbal greeting.