Redhawk Caldera I'm two quarters and a heart down

Peregrine was making his way back home from Bramblepoint, his mood light despite the tripod status that made this journey so much more wearying than usual. Said good mood flew right out the window when he spotted two strangers straddling his borders. He wanted to rush them, snarl and snap and tell them to piss off and die. But he was essentially a cripple. All he could do was speed up and arc around them, moving like some sort of weird, tipsy, grunting pirate as he placed himself between them and the caldera.

"—the fuck are you?" he panted, leveling the pair of them with a death glare even as his ears and tail arched severely.