Blacktail Deer Plateau Equinox

WARNING: THIS THREAD CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE.

Peregrine's moods had vacillated wildly lately, from cool indifference (that went so far as to allow him to flirt shamelessly, as if he hadn't just separated from the woman he'd previously considered the love of his life) to agitated, hurt and badly bothered by everything that had transpired. In one minute, he could miss Hawkeye, then hate her, then feel nothing for her at all. It was exhausting. He just wanted it to stop already.

When he woke on the unseasonably cool June morning, it did. Just like that. He rose, stretched and basked in a feeling of total calm. When he looked over at Hawkeye sleeping near the pups, he did not feel hatred or hurt or apathy. He saw the mother of his children, his pack mate. One day, perhaps, they could even be friends. He knew that time wasn't now. Despite this early morning tranquility, they both had tons of emotions to process still.

He wandered off into the woods to hunt, vowing quietly that he would remember this mood and try to perpetuate it. He wouldn't let horrible thoughts pollute his mind, nor ill words soil his mouth. He would move forward, turning over a new leaf without churning up unnecessary muck in his wake. He was aware that it would likely be easier said than done (his mood swings could return at any moment) but he would put forth his best conscientious effort.

Feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, Peregrine quickly hunted down a pair of rabbits. He stashed one, then carried the other back in the direction of the rendezvous site, his mind and heart still somehow light, burdened by nary a negative sentiment.