Redhawk Caldera Thanks for all those wide-eyed nights

She assured him that his mate and children would be in good hands after his death. Although Finley was joking, Peregrine paused to consider that on a serious note. In the event anything ever happened to him (and/or Fox), he had no doubt the Blackthorns would take care of his family and carry on the legacy of Redhawk Caldera. He had never really contemplated it before—despite all the ailments he'd weathered in his time, he still felt somehow invincible to things like actual death—but now that he did, he felt weirdly relieved. He supposed they'd made a good choice on godparents (were they godparents to Firebirds 2.0?).

But back to more less serious matters: Peregrine blinked and suddenly slumped over, moaning. "OK," he whispered in simple acceptance of his fate. "Tell them I love them. And that you stood by while I died. And didn't even perform last rites. So who knows where my immortal soul is bound to go." He paused, then let out a breath and fell still. RIP in peace.