Big Salmon Lake War paint

He gazed across the lake, watching the two moose wading on its opposite side. Peregrine didn't dare think of hunting them. Instead, he watched them a while, then began to scan his more immediate surroundings as he trotted beside the water's edge. He wouldn't go as far as to consider this area as sacred as the caldera, yet he felt territorial of the lake and the Great Bear region in general. He reflected on his previous conversation with the spine's Alphas and the way the rise had dealt with Sebastian. It was only fair that he should defend the entirety of the south from unwanted northerner intrusion.

Smirking slightly to himself, Peregrine paused to take a quick drink, lapping at the cold water both loudly and greedily. At first, his jade eyes fixed on his reflection, quickly distorted by his darting tongue. Then they lifted, skating back to the pair of moose. He was closer to them now. Perhaps because of this or some entirely different reason, they returned to land and began to move away toward the west.