Redhawk Caldera Have you come here for forgiveness

Something about the mental image of an octopus in the caldera triggered a memory. Peregrine remembered telling Osprey about a dragon who would throw ingredients into the makeshift pot—whole trees and entire herds of deer, if memory served—to cook a stew. She had been sick at the time. She had been pregnant. He had forgotten all about that until just now. He sucked in a breath, meeting her eyes, and knew better than to bring up any of those memories out loud. He would leave them in the past, where they belonged, and look forward with her toward a brighter future, with a family.

"Dante?" he echoed dumbly. The information didn't really bother him, it just surprised him. He blinked, then smiled gently. "No dude is worthy of you, of course, but I guess I'll allow it." He winked his good eye and clucked his tongue at her. "I'll send, uh, fertile thoughts your way," he quipped, his face screwing into an awkward expression before his lips parted on a laugh. Perhaps it was an unusual offer for a brother to make toward his sister and her mate, yet the sentiment was genuine.