Blacktail Deer Plateau I was young once and battle born

Peregrine boobed bobbed his head rather absently. He knew Sun Spark was right: if there was any possibility of recovery for Atticus, it would be Blue Willow's deft hands that guided him out of his catatonia. The Alpha male didn't hold out hope for that, though, and it had nothing to do with lacking faith in the Healer. He simply couldn't afford to put his heart on the line that way.

"Of course," he said modestly to Sun Spark's latter comment, dipping his head respectfully. Although he wouldn't be looking after Blue Willow in a romantic capacity, Peregrine would nonetheless be there for her, always. He hoped this knowledge put Sun Spark at ease as he neared the end of his life.