Redhawk Caldera Stay sick, never basic

Peregrine found the noncommittal response as perplexing as it was intriguing. It seemed strange to him that FitzDutiful would want to do this with or without Raissa, instead of because of her. Oh, well, his reasons were his own. Peregrine didn't know what or where Silvertip Mountain was off the top of his head, though there were no peaks too close for comfort, so he didn't worry about it.

His parting words jarred the black Alpha somehow. "Good luck, Duty, and take care," was all Peregrine could think to say. We'll miss you, his face added, though he didn't feel like getting too sappy at the moment. Then something did occur to him and he said, "I can't say that I'll visit, since I'm not the type, but if you are, you're welcome to call at our borders as a welcome guest." He shot Fox a sideways glance to make sure that was okay.

Once FitzDutiful presumably departed, Peregrine turned to his wife and admitted, "That... blows. I mean, I'm happy for him, I guess? I hate to lose such a good member, a founder." He sighed, then put his muzzle against her temple. "What was that noise earlier, by the way? When you were in the den? I felt like you were talking to someone—the pups?" he guessed half-jokingly.