Blacktail Deer Plateau rumspringa (joining)

Peregrine did see the value in a wolf who could read weather patterns, yet his nostrils flared almost indignantly when she implied these skills made for one hell of a scout or hunter. "Well, that remains to be seen," he answered her curtly, dubiousness written all over his dark face. He paused, then added, "But I guess I'm not opposed to giving you that chance. If you prove to be anything less than one hell of a scout or hunter, I'll be asking you to leave, though. Keep that in mind." The plateau, after all, didn't have room for those who didn't carry their fair weight.

As for her religion and her goddess, Peregrine had nothing to say. He didn't begrudge her her religion, he simply didn't share in spiritual beliefs of any sort. He was a very natural, pragmatic beast. Soliloquy would just have to find spiritual companionship in another here, if she wanted that at all.

Exchanging a last glance with her and a crisp, "Make yourself at home," Peregrine nudged Crete and turned to resume whatever it was he'd been doing before her howl had summoned him to the borderlands.