Redhawk Caldera Stay sick, never basic

When an answer wasn't exactly forthcoming, Peregrine began to grow alarmed. Was he having a fit or something? Duty appeared to be trembling. "Hey—" Peregrine said and began to rise to all fours, wincing at the pain as the torn skin stretched along his shoulders. He sank back down in the next instant, when the subordinate finally spat out what was on his mind.

Even before he got to the point, Peregrine intuited the news to come. His face hardened somewhat. Obviously, this wasn't wasn't the easiest of news to hear, as he would be losing a valuable pack mate, one of the caldera's few founders. The Alpha felt natural resistance. At the same time, someone had finally come to him and had the guts to inform him beforehand, rather than go behind his back or just disappear. That took some balls and spoke to Duty's integrity.

"Duty, I... this isn't what I'd ever expect to hear from you," Peregrine admitted, brows furrowing in thought. "But that doesn't mean it's a bad thing," he added. "I appreciate you coming to me. What makes you want to do this?" he wondered. Was FitzDutiful cut out for leadership? Was it because of Raissa? Was it just about having puppies? A thousand questions swirled around in the Alpha's mind, yet he waited to hear from Duty before saying anything more.