Redhawk Caldera Only blue or black days

It did sort of sting to think of himself as the 'old man' of the pack, considering all that he had accomplished. To have worked his way up to the rank of alpha - to have his own family, even if they were only happy for a brief spell - and then to lose it all. And to think, he'd never have another chance. Now all Njal had was a bum leg and a brain filled with bad memories.

"What kind of mutant powers?" Peregrine suddenly said, and for a second Njal was confused. He must have drifted from the conversation again. They both wanted a lighter tone to the conversation by this point, although the old man wasn't exactly creative in his answer. "I dunno," was his initial response, followed by, "You'd have one super eye. So maybe perfect night vision, or maybe you could shoot beams of light from both of them." He wasn't very good at this.