Redhawk Caldera We will ride the gathering storm

dating this to a few days after the Junior hubbub if that's alright ^^
@Peregrine whenever you have time/if you like. This should be interesting. No rush, I'm gonna prolly be slow as hell these next couple of weeks

Dante had waited until Junior's condition stabilized a bit, unwilling to leave Blue Willow in charge with the juvenile so ill. Now, however, with her resting, Dante figured it was time to pay the Caldera a visit. While he did mean to inform Peregrine, that was not his purpose. His real reason was what had his stomach tied up in knots.

Dante was not a wolf who enjoyed confrontation. Yet here he was, about to tell Peregrine that he was no longer welcome on Plateau lands.

He rehearsed the words all the way there, but knew that the instant he began to speak, any speech he made would fly straight out the window. The most he could do was explain and hope that, eventually, Peregrine would understand. He needed to do what was best for his pack, and Peregrine would do the same, he was sure of it.

Gods this was going to be awkward.

Lifting his muzzle at the border, he sent up a call to his former leader, controlling his nerves enough for the note to sound clear but not enough to prevent himself from pacing while he waited.