Redhawk Caldera you did not break me

Accepting newcomers was no longer his business, yet he had no intentions of retiring as one of the pack's primary guardians. It was certainly more difficult to patrol and mark effectively without a sense of smell to guide him, not to mention his blind side... but Peregrine had long since adapted to the latter and so his eye and ears were his dominant senses now as he wore a path around the squat mountain's base. Just to play it safe, he made a point to renew the scent markers here and there. Maybe they needed to be refreshed, maybe they didn't. If it was overkill, well, it would be all the more effective.

Even without his nose, he managed to detect the stranger loitering near the borders and hastily went to her. Although he was no longer the Alpha of these lands, he approached even more aggressively than usual. It was perhaps due to his lost sense of smell that he felt more defensive of the caldera. Or maybe he just knew he had a lot to prove. He would show himself, his pack and most especially this stranger that he was still a force to be dealt with at the borders.

"State your name and business," he demanded the instant he closed the gap, eyeballing her and making note of her youthful appearance. If it was up to him, he would not have even considered her, especially with new puppies arriving soon. But Peregrine reminded himself that he wasn't in charge anymore. It was a tough pillow to swallow but swallow it he would.