Redhawk Caldera I don’t miss my little golden age

She meandered along the borders for all the time it took for him to catch up to her, nosing this and peeing on that to add some fresh markings to the scenery. There was nothing out of place as far as she could tell by barely grazing the surface like that, but she still found the brief once-over to be reassuring.

When Peregrine showed up, she couldn’t immediately still the wag of her tail. She did give him a giant eyeball for his teasing, but her expression quickly grew solemn, then sad as she caught on to the edge in his voice. She’d had a reason for calling him. "Peregrine… I met Deirdre," she told him softly, intentionally mentioning the daughter of the man so that he wouldn’t doubt the source of the information. "Your friend suffered a heat stroke," she said gently. "He passed away."