Redhawk Caldera Only blue or black days

He snorted. Of course, that wasn't true. He and Fox wouldn't live forever. Should Peregrine in particular die suddenly, Elwood would make a perfectly decent Alpha. But he didn't think the silver male wanted that sort of responsibility in the long-term. He wasn't dead or even dying (as far as he knew), though maybe he should seriously consider a runner-up, someone more suitable than Njal anyway.

"I won't live forever," he murmured. "But you're right. You are too old. I need to pick someone young. The next best thing to me and Fox." His lip curled a little. Any one of his three kids showed promise, particularly Nightjar, in his opinion.

But that was a thought for another day, not a decision he should make on a self-deprecating impulse. "Mutant powers—like what kind of mutant powers?" It was a stupid topic, yet something relatively light, and for the moment at least, Peregrine was sick of wallowing in his own shit.