Redhawk Caldera A greatness at the cost of goodness

It probably went without saying (or perhaps it didn't) that Peregrine no longer felt anger toward Dante. Nor did he blame him. He understood now that the silver Alpha had been trying to protect Junior, to save her life. All of his anger and misgivings about the plateau fell away. He would love them from afar and think of them often. But he would stay away from the plateau wolves. They were better off without him. He was finally taking full responsibility for the destruction his actions had wrought. Sole responsibility too; he didn't blame Fox or anyone else. Just himself.

Sighing softly under his breath, the Alpha male tried to remain focused on the only thing that mattered now, his only chance at redemption: he would renew his recent vow to be a better Alpha, mate and father to the caldera wolves. Surely he would still make mistakes but Peregrine was bound and determined to forget that anything and anyone existed beyond Redhawk Caldera. He would dedicate himself to them completely, take all of this guilt and pain and make it into something good. He would make diamonds out of coal. Somehow.

A rabbit flicked unexpectedly across his path, having popped out of some brush near the mountain's base. Taking advantage of this opportunity to do some good for his pack, Peregrine gave chase, his paws thumping dully on the snowy earth.