Redhawk Caldera days turn blue to grey

'Course I am! :D

Things were quiet at the caldera. Peregrine was trying to get out more following his brief funk, though the place felt a little like a ghost town. It didn't help that a few members of the pack seemed to be getting sick. He had noticed the symptoms in passing. They were nothing too alarming, yet the Alpha hoped the whole pack wouldn't come down with an illness. That would leave them very vulnerable, a position he did not want to be in, especially with the wolves loitering in the woods next door.

He decided it might be a good idea to track down Raven and see about preparing some remedies just in case. He followed his remaining daughter's scent trail to the rendezvous site, then found her sitting astride her little garden by the old badger den. A couple of small birds took flight as he approached but Peregrine paid them no mind. He saw the wistful expression on his child's face and frowned sympathetically.

"Hi Rave," he murmured, padding closer to her and taking a seat beside her. "Missing her too, huh?" he guessed, biting back his own sigh and bending down to nip affectionately at the tip of one silky black ear.