Redhawk Caldera Tremble

/dice rolls for RHC's next Alphas ;)

"Fox..." Peregrine murmured from his stupor. She had just accused him of rushing her... and here she was, trying to push a decision on him while he was lying bleeding and stupid at her feet? "Stahp." It would have been funny, if he wasn't in so much pain. But at least he could smell. In fact, he could now smell Fox's feet and he threw up in his mouth a little bit.

As addled as he was at the moment, though, Peregrine latched onto the mention of his son's name. What if Nightjar became Alpha, rising up in his parents' stead? What would Elwood and Finley think of that? And where would that leave himself and Fox? Right now, Peregrine decided he gave zero fucks. He drew in another breath and over the smell of corn chips (Fox's feet) and blood, he smelled his sons again.