Redhawk Caldera My heart is broken, my head is bowed

"No," he agreed, smoothing the fur on her head with a swipe of his tongue. Losing a loved one was never anything less than hard. When he or she went missing, all the unknowns made it so much worse.

"Okay," he said when she declined his offer, then gave him a timeline. "If you ever change your mind, Willow, if you ever need to get away from the plateau... my home is open to you." Peregrine needed her to know that.

The only other thing he could think to say at this point was, "I'm so sorry, Willow." He hugged tightly against her, hoping he was giving her some small measure of comfort.