Blacktail Deer Plateau Once Upon a Time I Sighed

She gave him rather an earful. Peregrine found it so distracting that he gestured to her—without interrupting her—to slow down and stop. He then sat and motioned for her to follow. They wouldn't be able to listen for prey if they were conversing this much. While he would prefer to be on the game trail, he actually found Blue Willow interesting and wanted to give her his full attention. Besides, he'd asked.

"Sounds like you've led an interesting life. I can't imagine being nomadic," he admitted, his expression slightly distasteful. "I grew up in my parents' pack and would've lived there until my dying day if my older brother hadn't run me out. He's a bag of dicks," he remarked sardonically, then shifted back to Blue Willow's story. "I guess I can figure out why you've never hunted much big game, if it was just the three of you. How were able to leave them?" he wondered. Peregrine couldn't imagine leaving one's birth pack voluntarily, though he knew many wolves did it.