Redhawk Caldera Exes and ohs

The chilly breeze swept Pan's scent into his nose moments before the pale Gamma appeared. Peregrine stopped in his tracks and waited, tail waving slowly as his lover came closer. He leaned into the nips and nuzzles, then combed his teeth through the short, downy fur on the side of Pan's neck. For some reason, he didn't feel compelled to plant his usual kiss on the corner of the other male's mouth. Rather, he simply smiled at him, glad for his company.

"What're you up to?" he asked conversationally, moving again, knowing Pan would fall into step beside him.