Redhawk Caldera Only blue or black days

"True," Peregrine rumbled in agreement when Njal pointed out that just about anyone could fetch plants for him. He turned to face the silver wolf, favoring his right eye. "But if I were to grab some for you, they would probably wind up tasting like shit and poisoning you. Ashton at least knows which ones will kill you and which ones will make you high." But he couldn't tell the difference between an eye or an ear, or permanent or temporary blindness for that matter.

His jaw tensed and Peregrine consciously relaxed it, then snorted at Njal's remark. "Yeah, I don't think that would work, though it would probably be really satisfying. You know that bonehead told me I'd get my sight back within a week. He said it like five times! But I'm blind as fuck on this side," he ranted in a low voice, grating his teeth again and once more forcibly making himself stop. He was so damn angry about everything.

He flopped down beside the subordinate, keeping his head aligned so he could see the older male's face. "Did I hear right that you broke your own leg? That takes some kind of balls."