Redhawk Caldera Have you come here for forgiveness

Osprey's comment reminded Peregrine of how differently the rest of the world tended to see his wife. They saw a coldblooded, territorial bitch, where he (and the rest of the caldera) saw the other facets of her personality. One of those included a penchant for stories. Unfortunately, the Alpha did not share this interest with his mate whatsoever, so when his sister asked about the tale in question, he drew a major blank.

"You know," he said sheepishly, "I have no idea. I just know the Peter Pan in the story was a runt too." Peregrine chortled. The sound tapered away as he considered Osprey's proposition. It was a pretty idea, yet he didn't know how they could make it work in reality. They would have to meet somewhere in the middle. He didn't actually know where Donnelaith was but assuming it wasn't particularly close by, that meant a lot of traveling, which wasn't exactly conducive for young pups.

But he couldn't bring himself to rain on her parade with his pragmatic logic, so Peregrine simply smiled softly at her and bobbed his head. "Better yet, what if they one day team up and found a pack or something, branch the families and carry on our legacies...?" Wildfire had proven to him that his offspring could overcome his history, so it wasn't even that far-fetched.