Blacktail Deer Plateau Follow your heart, little child of the west wind

Hawkeye suddenly became anxious at the howl from Peregrine. Her chest tightened, and her breathing became heavy. Her heart raced. She didn't really know why she was so nervous, though; why these sudden feelings came about. The large female steadied herself and took a deep breath, letting it slowly out. Momentarily, Hawkeye wondered if the male would notice her own injury, though it was quickly healing and almost impossibly to see on her pitch black fur.

As she trotted up, she tried smiling, but it felt awkward. The male sat on his haunches, his features as handsome as they always were. "Hello, Peregrine." Her voice was almost sultry in sound, and a quiet disposition consumed her. They were both her for a reason, and she awaited the words of her subordinate.