Redhawk Caldera Stay sick, never basic

The time was now. Deep breaths FitzDutiful, you can do this. He kept the breathing constant in his head. 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4. On and on it went. Each step he took seemed to take forever and it felt like he was watching some sort of slow motion event. Time appeared to stand still.

Then he was stood still.

Peregrine was in front of him and FitzDutiful was almost visibly shaking from the momentous feeling of this occasion. "I.." he started before trailing off and looking around, as if someone might appear any moment and put of this talk he needed to have.

No one came.

"I'm sorry I'm so ungrateful Peregrine. I'm really, really sorry. You and Fox, you've both done so much for me. I've been here from the start. I've seen you make this pack grow and now you're having puppies and I want this for myself too." His words had come out in a rush , tripping over his tongue as they raced to be the first ones to his ears. He took another deep breath, trying to calm himself and talk a bit slower. "I want to create a pack of my own. I'd prefer to have your blessing but... I understand if you hate me for it."

Even if Peregrine and Fox told him they disapproved of his desire to create a pack, he didn't think he could stop it. Hell, even Raissa wanting to stay wouldn't stop the burning desire to do this that he felt.