Redhawk Caldera Stay sick, never basic

When he heard movement in the den, Peregrine wanted to turn and face the entrance, though doing so would mean more pain. Luckily, Fox soon joined him in the open air, saving him the effort. She addressed FitzDutiful promptly. While she spoke, Peregrine leaned toward her and touched his nose to her cheek, then refocused his attention on their subordinate.

He weighed Duty's words, as well as his mate's, and did not speak for several minutes. When he did, he said, "I think you should pursue it, if you feel this strongly. It is for the best, if you desire a high rank and children of your own." Peregrine paused. "I'm glad you came to us first," he repeated. It wasn't his favorite news, yet it was better to find out this way than any other.

"But..." Now he glanced at Fox. "Unless you're opposed, I'm going to ask him to leave directly." He blinked, then turned back to face the Counselor. "It's nothing personal. But if you endeavor to make your own way, I don't feel as if you should continue using the caldera's resources. Nor do you owe us your contributions, if your allegiance no longer belongs with us."

He wouldn't be chasing FitzDutiful away right this very instant or anything like that. But he truly felt it was only fair that their bond be (amiably) severed, effective immediately. Duty had Peregrine's reluctant but genuine support, he just didn't think the caldera as a whole owed him the same. He should go forth, with his (former) Alphas' blessing, and make his own way right away.