Redhawk Caldera Slow dancing society

Sharp words cut through the tension building in Peregrine's body and his cool eyes pinned inquisitively on his mate as she went on a small rant about Ashton. Their hippie Healer was something else, that was for sure. The Alpha male found him harmlessn and tended to give him the benefit of the doubt about the wolves he'd brought here. He was clearly a bleeding heart and the Alphas still maintained the right to turn away outsiders. Yes, he kissed ass, but what was so horrible about that?

"At least he doesn't whine and pout when we turn down his prospective girlfriends," Peregrine quipped. "I like him," he added with a shrug. "I think he has honest intentions. He just wants to help them. I'm sure he's gotten the hint that we don't want charity cases by now, so he'll stop bringing around one-eyed, bleeding... oh, hey, that reminds me of something! I totally forgot to ask you about this. Well, since we're going over possibly controversial topics today... what is your take on alliances?"