Redhawk Caldera Only blue or black days

It was like some sort of cosmic joke, actually: he had weathered the storm without a scratch only to go blind to some unseen and malevolent force a few weeks later. It turned out the internal environment was much more treacherous than the external one in his case. Peregrine frowned as that thought drifted through his head, deciding against making any comments aloud. He was even less inclined to answer Njal's followup question.

"I don't want to talk about it," he said moodily, though he did explain in a clipped tone, "I've lost the sight in my left eye." It was probably obvious, the way he had to turn the right side of his face toward the other wolf. "I was thinking of maiming Ashton for misdiagnosing me but, by the look and smell of it, you require his services," Peregrine observed in the next breath, his single sighted eye beady as he studied Njal's face. "I'll hold off," he concluded, huffing and staring off across the caldera's terrain.