Redhawk Caldera rough gem

Although the news about Wildfire definitely triggered an alarm in his head—a giant red ! in the back of his mind—he didn't say anything about it. Peregrine shook his head, nudging a little closer to Fox, being very careful not to touch anywhere near the angry flesh surrounding her eye socket. He did take a closer look, though. It turned his stomach. The gore didn't bother him but imagining how much pain she was in definitely disturbed Peregrine.

"I'm no medic," he murmured, "but it looks infected." He suppressed a whine. He wished he could remember what herbs might help alleviate pain, fight infection. But then it dawned on him: all the fucking plants were gone. "We should get it clean. It will hurt... a lot." And it would be gross for him, yet Peregrine would do anything to help his mate (even if she would've thrown him out on his ass if the situation was reversed). "You up for it...?" Like she had a choice.