Redhawk Caldera Beefin' over turf

His leg was back to aching, due to his own stupidity. That left Peregrine to lollygag around the rendezvous site with his equally invalid mate, the two of them moaning and groaning as they recovered from their respective ailments. It might have been funny, if not for the looming threat of famine hanging over their heads. Peregrine knew he couldn't afford to lay around for very long, no matter the state of his leg. Soon enough, he would have to go out and find something to hunt. If he couldn't, they would have to consider his backup plan (much as he absolutely loathed the idea): relocating.

He hadn't brought it up with Fox yet. He hoped to really explore the options around here before broaching it. Presently, he bit his lip as he looked at her where she slept beneath a bare bush. Peregrine knew she would likely fight him on it, no matter how dire the circumstances, but he knew both of them would do whatever it took to keep their children not just safe but alive. They would go to the ends of the earth, if that's what it took to find some green again.

He turned away. He didn't want to think about it right now. Peregrine forced himself to contemplate something else instead. But what? He plumbed his mind for something, anything, to distract him. And up popped @Panther's face for some godforsaken reason. Even as the Alpha felt a swoop low in his belly, his jade eyes squinted and he blinked guiltily at the slumbering Fox. Was he really about to crush on his wife's brother? Seriously?