Nimbus Summit Simple, really

No one howled back, so Peregrine prepared to move on. But he had only gone five steps when an overwhelming exhaustion settled on his shoulders. He slowed and stopped again, peering at the distant basin longingly. He did want a drink. First, though, he needed a rest. In fact, he thought about retreating back into the trees. Their leafless limbs didn't offer much cover, yet he would feel less exposed among the trunks.

He was just turning when he realized he had company. She looked like a coyote, yet her scent told him she was a wolf. The black wolf wondered at this local phenomenon, then noted her friendly, submissive behaviors. Although Peregrine appreciated the deference, he really didn't have time for this. He had two tasks at hand here: scout out greener pastures and/or locate some prey. She offered neither.

"Sorry, I just don't have time for this," he said blandly, turning and trotting away toward the basin after all, not even looking back once.