Kintla Flatlands I hear my home callin'

She met him pace for pace, all mischief to complement his dry sarcasm. Peregrine saw an opportunity to make a crude joke about golden showers but refrained, deciding she hadn't yet earned his better jokes. And, anyway, he was too busy snorting scoffingly at her threat.

"You kick my ass? I don't think so, Lil' Weenie," he replied. "And I am. If you try to get anywhere near the plateau, I'll rip you open and string you up in a tree with your own intestines. Then I'll stuff your hollow carcass with treats and have my pack mates treat it like a piñata." He smirked as he relayed this gruesome image.

"But seriously," Peregrine added in the next beat, his face suddenly serious and his eyes flashing, "if you ever try to piss on my borders again, I will fucking flay your tiny little weenie ass. I don't make a habit of holding grudges but I'll make a special case for you if I have to."