Redhawk Caldera Kyrie among nations

It was rough, adjusting to post-Pan life. Somnia's return had given Peregrine some measure of hope that his lover would magically turn up one day, maybe months from now... but primarily his instincts told him that something tragic must have befallen the white Gamma. He tried not to dwell on it and threw himself into his work and remaining family instead. Winter had arrived at their door and there was still much to do to prepare for the season.

He spent the late morning stalking small prey and managed to add a few carcasses to a cache stowed away in the rocky foothills. Peregrine then ranged to the borders and howled for his son to join him on a patrol. He waited patiently, shifting from foot to foot, and the young mercenary arrived fairly promptly. Wordlessly, he and @Nightjar set off along the borderline, sweeping their surroundings with three eyes, three ears and two noses.

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