Redhawk Caldera The wider sun

FitzDutiful brought up Finley and suggested Peregrine talk it over with his Beta, who might be affected. He tipped his head, wondering who this guy might be, and mentally agreed with his Eta. He would definitely discuss all of this with Fox and Finley at length... once his Beta returned from the plateau, of course.

"She's there now," Peregrine said, which was common knowledge at this point. He gnawed his lower lip for a moment and mused, "I don't think I'd ever issue a pack-wide mandate against the plateau. I could take a page out of Dante's book and ask that they not come to our borders but I would never forbid my members from seeing them. That is a deeply personal decision and I don't deign to exercise that level of control over my subordinates."

The Alpha male drew in a deep breath, then managed to smile at FitzDutiful. "Thanks for listening and counseling. I will try to remember to bring other issues to you as they arise. I hope they don't but they will, inevitably... I guess that's good news for you, otherwise you'd be out of work." Peregrine chuckled.

The sun had by now sunk out of sight and the sky was dim, leaving a lavender blush on the snowy landscape. It wasn't even that late; the sun simply set earlier these days. But Peregrine thought he ought to check in with Fox, perhaps catch some supper with her. He didn't feel like he'd spent enough time with the Eta, though, and didn't want to just run off on him.

"Hey, would you like to grab dinner with Fox and me? We can grab something out of the stockpile, then head up to the den to meet her. No obligation, of course," Peregrine added, knowing FitzDutiful might be more comfortable on his own.