Redhawk Caldera There are a hundred boys and girls.

It felt as if she had run a triathlon without a semblance of training; if she were human, her body would be rebelling to the point of throwing up - she was that unfit for duty. Or at least, for spontaneous hiking. So for a few moments she simply lay on her belly and breathed, tasting the metallic flavor in the back of her throat and the burn of her everything, until an urge to roll overtook her. Gravity pulled the lethargic little creature to one side, and she was feeling quite pleasant in that position (as compromising as it was) when a sudden voice spooked her back up again.

She rolled quickly, righted herself in to a partially-upright position, and shot a look towards the origin of the voice. As soon as her eyes fell upon the less than impressed expression of Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome, she could only stare —

(Why hello!)

— but then Fox's voice popped in to her head. She remembered the description of Peregrine, and all was right with the world (for the most part).

"That is me, yes." Gulp. What a way to meet her sister's beloved - sprawled out like fresh linen upon the ground. "You're Peregrine, right?" Blink. Blink. It took a few moments to realize that she'd parroted almost the exact phrase back at the Alpha.

"It's good to meet you. Fox... She seems very happy." With that said, Dove applied a smile to her face, but it was evidently strained by her sudden nervousness.