Redhawk Caldera Moonstone

Peregrine heard her out, just in case Somnia had something new to suggest. When she finished, he replied, "I've already got it under control. I mean... I have other people actively looking for some solutions. In the meantime, I'm just hoping it'll fade with time." He shrugged his shoulders. What else could he do but wait, especially with tomatoes out of season? "But thanks for trying to help. I appreciate it."

His eyes shifted to Elwood, who hung further back, and then to Somnia again, as he addressed them collectively once more. "Seriously, people... go away. I'll be fine by myself. I'm going to see how this smell affects hunting, actually. I'll let you know what happens." The dark male thought of turning and leaving on that note, though he didn't want to be rude.

When they didn't immediately vacate the proximity, Peregrine began making shooing gestures and warning, "Unless you want to join me, get lost!" He then feinted toward Elwood in particular, playfully threatening to rub the stench off on him.