Blacktail Deer Plateau Bangarang

Tagging: @Kisu @Pura

Life as an invalid was excruciatingly painful, though not in the ways Peregrine expected. Blue Willow's various remedies kept him relatively physically comfortable. It was the frustration and boredom that made it so difficult for him. He couldn't hunt, he couldn't patrol, he could hardly play with the pups... Peregrine was miserable. It didn't help that so much down time gave him way too much time to get lost inside his own head. He found it could be a very dreary, scary place when plumbed to these depths.

Presently, everyone had left him behind to go do something else with this lovely June morning. Hawkeye had taken the girls off for some girl time and Kisu had seized the opportunity to spend the morning with his son. Blue Willow had kept the convalescent Alpha male company for a while but even she needed to tend to other things, so here he lay, alone, feeling sorry for himself. He rested on his right flank, his broken foreleg held out stiffly, his back to the clearing. Just overhead, the leaves of a sycamore rustled and shadows danced over his sable pelt.