Redhawk Caldera Chili sauce shooter

It was difficult staying away from Fox but Peregrine really didn't want to expose her to this potent reek. What if she caught it too? What if the fumes were not just foul but toxic? Could they affect her pregnancy? This thought, while largely irrational, made him feel a little sick. He kept his distance. Besides, Fox was doing her own thang: catching up with the pack mates she'd missed during their hiatus, readying the nest and otherwise keeping herself busy.

He couldn't stay away forever, though. Finding himself missing her badly, Peregrine climbed up to the area near their den, though he didn't approach. Rather than call her name, he made a strange noise somewhere between a growl and a mewl. "Foxy lady? I miss you," he muttered loudly, plopping to his haunches and rolling onto his back, legs pedaling in the air. "Come love on your minging man..."