Great Bear Wilderness chew it over

Pantaleimon. Luke blinked, and for the briefest of moments looked at the male with an indescribable wonder. Had it not been spoken so fresh off the heels of his encounter with a sleepwalking Peregrine, it would have meant nothing. But the black alpha had said something that night, had said thanks, pan. It did not register to Luke as a name then, it sounded like a mispronounced man and that's all he thought of it. But now? Now he wondered. This male was white like he. It would have been too easy for Peregrine, when his wits were not about him, to mistake the him for his packmate.

"I'm from nowhere," Luke shared with a smile, hiding his thoughts behind his typical sunny countenance. "But I have friends in the Caldera. I tried to visit, but it seems your borders have been closed," he paused. He had not really meant to say it, but the subject had been breached and so he continued. "I was worried about Peregrine. How is he?"