Redhawk Caldera Like we've been kissed by a higher power

Ah, I was shadow-posted! I'll edit to acknowledge Tempest. Stand by... :)

And done!

Honestly, he wasn't sure, so he didn't answer. Somnia further explained herself and Peregrine was regretting having over-analyzed their relationship. He shouldn't have done that. He hated that the Gamma felt the need to explain and justify herself to him. Who was he to question their titles?

"You two go at whatever pace makes you happy and call yourselves whatever your little hearts delight," he said encouragingly. "I shouldn't have given you the third degree. I didn't mean it. And everybody's relationships are different. I wouldn't compare yours to mine or anyone else's." He bobbed his head sagely.

"I think I'm gonna run some more. Still wanna join me?" he asked, climbing onto his feet and giving his dark coat another shake. "It's too cold to sit still and I have plenty of run still left in my feets," Peregrine joked.

Before he could take off on another jaunt, a third wolf joined their company, making it a party. "Hi, Tempest," he greeted the Delta warmly. He had no shame whatsoever about their previous encounters. "We were just going to go on a run to celebrate Som's new relation—" He cut himself off there and shot the Gamma a glance. Was this public knowledge or had he just spilled her secret...?

Just in case, Peregrine tried to change the subject quickly. "The caldera really seems to be the place for love lately, eh, Tempest? Have you found yourself any suitable suitors?" he quipped, not expecting her to reply in the affirmative.