Redhawk Caldera Killed the lord, left for the new world

He's calling @Fox but anyone's welcome.

It was late when Peregrine finally arrived back at the caldera. During his travels, a cold front blew into the wilds, a frosty wind chasing him all the way home and sinking its frigid teeth into the marrow of his bones. As he drew up to the foot of the squat, topless mountain, he shivered. He looked forward to curling up next to his warm, fiery mate, though he had no idea if she would be happy to see him or angry with him for running off against her will.

There was only one way to find out. Peregrine lifted his swarthy muzzle into the air and called softly for his Alpha female. His song carried a note of apology. He knew he owed her that much and he would give it willingly. Shuddering, he seated himself with his back to the icy gale, black shoulders hunched and silver breath unfurling from the tip of his muzzle.