Big Salmon Lake No room for the weak or the timid

He jolted when a bark rang out from across the lake, then watched as a pale wolf sprang into the middle of the flock of geese, forcing them to scatter and take to the skies. Peregrine's ears fell back as they flew overhead, silently hoping that none of them would bomb him as they passed. They were soon winging into the distance behind him and his attention returned to the wolf, who climbed out of the water and spoke to him.

"I can think of several things better than chasing those things," he drawled in reply, then squinted. "Is your nose... blue? Are you, like, really cold or something?" he wondered, finding himself padding toward the stranger, driven forward by curiosity.