Redhawk Caldera Luck be a lady

It was like pulling teeth. With a few more clipped words, she prepared to leave. Peregrine didn't stop her, nor did he thank her. He ignored her and turned to face Pan as his lover protested her departure. "I'm here now," he soothed, the intensity of his licks and nudges increasing even as Pan explained what had happened to him. Peregrine's lips parted to say something when the white wolf coughed. Instead, he ran his muzzle along the side of Pan's neck, hoping to comfort him.

"How do you feel now? Would you like me to call for someone?" The she-wolf had recommended a Healer but it was up to Pan if he wanted someone to come poking and prodding at him. "How about a drink?" he suggested, noting the dry, hacking quality of his companion's cough. "And something to eat," he added, then fell silent, letting Pan tell him what he needed.