Redhawk Caldera Tremble

Fox was reminded of the segment of time when Peregrine had stepped down, immediately following Junior's attack on Wildfire. His questions only made her feel worse, sicker to her stomach. Once again, Fox felt the blood begin to drain. If she hadn't had the fur to cover her skin, it would have been a pale sickly shade of green.

"I don't know," she squeaked out, averting her eyes. Why did she have to answer all this right now anyway? What was so pressing that he needed to know everything right away? Fox didn't understand, and she wasn't sure she wanted to. She just wanted him to get fixed and get everything back to normal. Peregrine was supposed to be the provider, and now he couldn't do that. Fox had always been a practical wolf, and keeping around a half-dead (in her mind) mate didn't make any sense.

A pine bough above Peregrine began to creak, and before either of them knew it, the branch—heavy with snow—broke and fell from above. Fox scarcely had time to dart away from the branch, but managed to avoid getting hit. Peregrine, on the other hand, was not so lucky. It seemed to have landed directly on top of him, and Fox rushed to his side, licking his face. Whatever reservations she'd had about them were set aside, worried for his life more than what their future would be.

Funny to think that she had been plotting his demise only moments ago.