Redhawk Caldera Tremble

Fox did her best to explain and Peregrine could hear the authenticity in her tone. But it was increasingly hard to focus. For an instant, he wasn't just picturing the den, he was there. Was he hallucinating? He lifted his head so swiftly that his neck cracked, eyes all squinty as he peered dumbly at Fox. He took a deep breath, his sense of smell so sharp that he swore he could smell each of the puppies inside his pregnant wife. Four, boys, he thought dimly, his nose tingling savagely.

"You shouldn't have to think about it," he said a great while after Fox had finished speaking, his words officially slurring like a drunk's. And finally Perry had had more than he could take. He slumped gently forward at her feet, not quite unconscious but definitely off in some fuzzy place for the moment.