Redhawk Caldera Stay sick, never basic

When Peregrine asked whether things were working out with Raissa, FitzDutiful just shrugged and left it at that. There was a chance that everything would work out fine, there was a chance that he was about to destroy relationship. In the end, what would be would be.

He turned his mind, instead, to the future and to where he planned to go. "I'm thinking Silvertip Mountain." He replied. He had scouted out the area and it seemed an adequate distance away from two of the nearby packs. The other one, the Plateau, was separated by a river and that was an ideal boundary spot. The mountain was big enough, anyway, that they could live there without coming in contact with Plateau wolves.

The realisation dawned on FitzDutiful that this was potentially the last time he would be here. Sure, he might come visit but being an alpha didn't allow much time away from home and Fitz was a homely wolf at the best of times. "I guess there's nothing more to be said?" he asked, feeling like he should now go deal with the other major thing that concerned him - Raissa.