Redhawk Caldera Tremble

She didn't know. It wasn't the answer he wanted but it was the one he needed. A sigh pulled from his chest, long and slow. It felt like his soul was leaving his body. That made sense to Peregrine, in a way. He would have called her his soul mate a few days ago. But now she didn't know and the piece of him attached to Fox seemed to be making a hasty exit from his body. Who knew what it would leave behind.

They wouldn't get to find out, at least right away. Both of his ears worked perfectly fine, so Peregrine heard the creak. He looked up just in time to see the limb, heavy with snow, drop on him. Because of the angle, it hit him square on the nose with a loud, squishy crunch. The swarthy wolf went down like a sack of potatoes, the broken branch rolling a few inches off to the side as blood gushed from his busted muzzle. There were complimentary scratches above each eye too, blood trickling in threads.

It was the overwhelming smell and taste of his own blood that roused him from his brief swoon, followed quickly by the touch of a warm tongue. Funnily, Peregrine did not slowly return to consciousness; it snapped back to him. She doesn't know if she loves you. Whatever joy he might have experienced at Fox's touch was promptly robbed from him as he woozily stood and stepped away from her, jade eyes blinking rapidly as tears mixed in with the blood flooding them.