Redhawk Caldera Over my dead body

FitzDutiful took a look and, for some reason, the words "pretty bad" made Peregrine very woozy. Or maybe it was the blood loss. "Duty, I... don't know what you just said," he muttered, eyebrows knitting together as he tried hard to stay alert and focus. "But it sounded legit," he quipped in a dry voice, taking several deep breaths as his Delta momentarily departed.

He returned quite promptly and began tending to the Alpha's wounds. Peregrine winced but stayed quiet. Only when Duty spoke did he look up and say, "Call for Ashton." He didn't mean to imply he didn't appreciate Duty's help but they did have a Healer on hand just for times like these. Of course, it didn't occur to him right this moment that he hadn't actually seen Ashton in weeks and that any call for him would go unanswered. He was a bit distracted, after all.