Redhawk Caldera no rest for the wicked

It didn't really surprise him when he heard Fox call for the Beta pair, though Peregrine felt a sinking sensation in his stomach. His lips pursed and he paused in his work for a moment, wondering what the three of them would talk about. It was difficult not to feel left out, though he had stepped down voluntarily and it was entirely their prerogative to get together to discuss leadership matters. Of course, he had no idea just how much of an endangered species he was at the moment. He knew that things would change, not that his wife was plotting his demise.

He sighed, then resumed what he was doing. True, he couldn't hunt and had no business being a leader with one and a half of his senses missing. However, he wasn't about to become some freeloader. He would make himself useful to the pack, even if it meant getting creative. And that's exactly what he was doing right now. He had spent a sleepless night gathering various things to put in the whelping den, including a large, tattered deerskin, a handful of old bones and a few other odds and ends.

If he couldn't be an Alpha or a hunter, he still intended to be a doting mate and father in his own way. He could not imagine Fox would begrudge him that. It would be difficult to adjust to his new roles, the things he could and couldn't do, but he imagined she would appreciate the helping hand, especially if they had another large litter. Perhaps all of this had happened to him because he was paying his dues for his previous failures as a father and here was his chance to really and truly redeem himself.

/creep post cameo