Redhawk Caldera All these creatures are a lie

Just like everyone else, FitzDutiful didn't take the news well. He flat out ignored Peregrine's offer to meet up somewhere neutral to exchange information. The tension was palpable even from a distance. Peregrine wasn't that worried about it one way or the other. Although he didn't wish his previous pack mate ill will, Peregrine couldn't say he gave a damn what the other male did anymore. Duty's pack was none of his business, just as Peregrine's was none of Duty's. The rapport they had developed up until now, in which outsiders were welcome to come onto their land, was an unnatural exception to the rule that he and Fox were busily correcting. Let the haters hate them for being wild wolves and protecting their territory.

He made no reply to Duty's parting howl. Why would he press the matter if Duty wasn't interested? He let the other male go without another word. They could have still mingled in no man's land eventually but seeing as Duty didn't want to bother (as was entirely his prerogative): end of story. Peregrine resumed trotting around the caldera's outer edge, hoping that one of his wolves would come out of the woodwork. Especially after that none-too-pleasant exchange, the Kappa had some agitated energy he needed to work out.