Redhawk Caldera face the facts

Peregrine was right in the middle of pissing on a tree when Magpie's voice rose into the frosty air, requesting his presence. The Alpha male's eyes narrowed, as at first he couldn't place the voice. Then his expression became stony when he realized it was her. He hadn't thought of Magpie in a week or so and much of his anger over the situation had ebbed. Yet she had yet to do anything to redeem herself in his eyes, so hearing her call out to him caused old feelings of resentment to wriggle up from the deeps.

He finished emptying his bladder, then placed all four feet on the snowy ground and stood there a moment. Shouldn't she come find him, he thought sourly. Nonetheless, his broad paws began to move, carrying him in the direction of the Zeta's voice. He wondered what she could possibly want with him. His tail flicked with every step and his ears began to fall back, so that by the time he found Magpie, they were pinned backward, lending him a very unfriendly, closed off air.

Peregrine stopped but didn't say anything. He took a breath and stared at her, his curiosity and impatience both apparent. He slowly licked his lips, his mouth remaining in a straight line, the corners drooping slightly downward as if in consternation.