Redhawk Caldera Stay sick, never basic

Set before his trip to Firestone Hot Springs that day.

FitzDutiful was pacing too and fro, not too far away from his alphas den. He had seen the meat out front, though he wasn't the one to leave it. It was time to tell Peregrine what was going on. It was time to take the hits that he deserved if Perry found Fitz's future plans a betrayal. Hell, he hadn't even told Raissa anything about what he had planned and he felt awful about that. Even since they had howled their mateship to the pack the two of them had... not really seen each other. The irony really. He knew he would have to tell her before he left pack lands but, in his mind, Peregrine deserved to know first.

But how was he supposed to start this conversation? "Perry, thanks for all that you've done? I hope it's not inconvenient but I want to take what you've taught me and start my own pack." That was the general gist of it but it seemed so cold. He could never repay Fox and Peregrine for all they had done for him. He could never portray to them how much they had helped him grow. FitzDutiful seriously hoped that they'd understand - after all they had left Blacktail Deer Plateau to found the Redhawk Caldera.

So caught up in his pacing, he was, that he failed to notice Peregrine come out to find the meat near the den. When he next glanced at the entrance he saw his alpha and took a deep breath. He wandered closer, favouring his injured side. He should probably wait, he shouldn't do this now, but the wanderlust was getting worse and if Raissa had left the pack for good... there was no way FitzDutiful could stay after that.