Redhawk Caldera throw a log on the fire

He didn't find the notion absurd, though it made him uneasy because it opened the door to a grim possible future. Something could happen to him or Fox or both. Just look at what had happened to the parents of last year's two plateau litters: Pied had died in childbirth; Kisu had turned into a shadow, then vanished altogether; Hawkeye had become distant and eventually disappeared too; and he had been left to rear the pups. He'd done his best and, to his credit, they had survived. But now he was almost entirely estranged from them and their family had been chewed up and spat out by destiny or fate or whatever you wanted to call it.

He swallowed. "Nothing had better happen to us." He caught Fox's eye and stared deep into her silver gaze. Would something eventually tear them apart, some twist of fate or change of heart? He felt almost faint at the thought. He had put everything into building this family and it would be a cruel joke for it all to crumble right after they reached the culmination of their happiness. But was that what was destined to happen; could it only go downhill from here?

"Jeez," he mumbled after a moment, shaking his head lightly. "My head just went down a very dark path. Um, I don't mind picking out godparents, even if I hope it never becomes anything other than a title. Shouldn't we ask them, rather than, like, assign them? I mean, that's a huge undertaking... not that it's gonna happen..." Not over my dead body, Peregrine thought, then grimaced at his own poor word choices.