Blacktail Deer Plateau Run free

"That isn't funny," Peregrine complained. He rolled his eyes. "Fat lot of help you are. I do got this," he agreed cockily. "I don't know how well you know her," he continued in a voice that implied Rob must not know her well at all, "but she's not really one for the gooey crap. She strikes me as a bit of a feminist, actually. I dig it. In fact, I'm hoping that when we're mates, I'll take her surname."

Peregrine ground to another sudden halt then. "There," he hissed under his breath, motioning with his muzzle toward a clearing about a quarter of a mile ahead through the trees. "I thought I saw some movement," he added explanatorily, hoping to see it again and hoping moreover that it was the deer herd.