Redhawk Caldera i'd give my life

The Alpha male was grumpy. Actually, that was an understatement. Peregrine was downright bitter. He hated Ashton for misdiagnosing him and giving him false hope and he hated his goddamn eyeball for not working and he hated the stupid blood clot for fucking up everything. He tried his best not to act like a sourpuss around his family members but he was short and snippy even with Fox, Pan and the kids. That just made him hate himself more than anything. It was a vicious cycle and he knew he must break free of it someday, he just wasn't there yet.

When Pan came loping back to the rendezvous site with food, the Alpha male's eyes lifted, though only the one could see the pale wolf and the rabbit in his jaws. It swung back and forth suggestively, yet Peregrine was so busy wallowing at the moment that he just shifted himself to turn his back on the well-meaning Gamma and his gift. The dead rabbit just served to remind the swarthy Alpha that he couldn't hunt for himself in his condition and that the only way he would survive now was on others' charity.