Redhawk Caldera Lampshades on fire

When Peregrine awoke with a start, he felt disoriented for a solid minute. It wasn't just Fox's cold, empty spot beside him that threw him. He had just dreamed so vividly that, for a moment, his reality had bent in on itself. As he yawned, stretched and pushed himself upright, he blinked away the remnants of sleep and was able to sort his dreams and his reality into separate corners of his mind.

"Barbecue Sauce? Really?" he muttered to himself as he rose onto all fours. Shaking his head, he stepped out into the cold January morning. "Not to forget Snakeskin and Vegemite Sandwich," he mused, squinting against the glare of winter sunshine bouncing off his snowy surroundings. He paused, thinking of the litter he'd dreamed up last night (all girls too!), then shook his head again and began to pick his way down the mountain.

Peregrine paused halfway down the caldera's slope, leaning his right hip against a tree trunk and lazily hiking a leg against it. As he relieved himself, he peered down the frosty mountainside and to the sprawling grasslands (also obscured by glittering white snow) beyond the caldera's foot. This bathroom comes with quite a view, he mused.