Redhawk Caldera i walked ten thousand miles, ten thousand miles to see you.

Peregrine only grinned at her epithet. Even though they were both being facetious, he decided to actually provide the things he'd offered (sans the hot cocoa). Motioning for Finley to hold on a moment, he ran and fetched the skin he'd been drying, as well as a few lumps of meat from the nearest stockpile. He bundled everything into his mouth and galloped back to his prodigal co-leader.

"Here," he saw, throwing it all at her rather unceremoniously. The stiff, crusty skin draped over Finley's back legs and the meat fell in the snow beside her. "What do you mean by 'wonky'?" Peregrine asked as he promptly settled himself beside her.