Redhawk Caldera We are, we are a different kind

His mate's rebuff stung, if only because it was so uncharacteristic of her. The moment she turned and marched away, her scent washed over him and Peregrine couldn't help the dopey smile that curved his lips. All was well. His mate would be in season very, very soon. If she couldn't stand his company right now, she would be craving it in a day or two. He wouldn't take it personally.

Sighing wistfully, he trailed after her. He would make himself available if she wanted to give him any specific task but do his best to give her some space. It would be very difficult—even if she didn't already smell glorious, he had a hard time keeping his hands off her anyway—but he would do his best to stand by and wait until that crucial moment finally came.