Redhawk Caldera to pronounce apathy

For my beau, @Peregrine. Let's say this is near their den, midday.

Peregrine hadn't been seen for a day or two, along with Magpie and Finley. At least she knew what the latter two were up to. At least they had gone off and told her to her face, rather than slinking off, dragging another party into it, and running away from their goddamn problems like children. How could he be like that? It was frustrating to no end, and while Fox knew that the bond between them would mend, she also had a good feeling that scar tissue would remain behind. Whether or not that made them stronger or weaker was to be seen.

Perhaps she would not have felt so slighted if she had not been carrying his goddamn children, but she was, and he knew it. Was this what had happened between him and Hawkeye, really? Fox shook her head and bit down harder on the bone she'd been working on, trying to recall what had split them up. More importantly, would there ever come a day when Fox didn't wonder about what that relationship had been like? “Focus,” she said, her word slurred by the large bone in her mouth.

Hawkeye had nothing to do with this. Peregrine was at fault, and when he decided to come apologize, Fox knew that she would forgive him. She always had, and she always would.