Redhawk Caldera Stay sick, never basic

For a while, Peregrine remained oblivious to the pack mate pacing restlessly behind him. The sounds and smells of his feeding effectively masked FitzDutiful's presence. Only when he paused to lick his chops did he detect the soft patter of footfalls. His ear flicked backward, then he twisted his neck around, only to regret that decision immediately. It hurt so bad that tears sprang to his eyes.

Doing his best to ignore it, the Alpha male turned his body this time while pushing himself into a seated position. "Duty! I'm glad to see you're okay," Peregrine said. He gave the pale wolf a shrewd look then asked, "You are okay, right? You look a little..." He didn't know the word to use. He looked like he had something on his mind, all right. "What's the matter?"