Big Salmon Lake [m] Fresh out of an icky gooey womb

Congrats! :)

The fiery male informed Peregrine that there was no Beta male in their ranks, a bit of information he received in silence. It did not surprise him that the ranks in the spine had changed over the past half a year, nor did it really interest him. The point was still the same. The Ouroboros Spine pack had never caused trouble at Redhawk Caldera and vice versa. In a world with no respect for boundaries, they were an exception. It was ironic that their invisibility should make them stand out to him.

The she-wolf asked about the plains, which Peregrine took to mean Kintla Flatlands. "We have a history with Blacktail Deer Plateau and Silvertip Mountain," he shared. "We've had a variety of wolves at our doorstep lately, demanding this or that. Some of them, I don't even know their allegiances. They are all unwelcome," he finished flatly.

He sensed that neither was much for conversation, which suited him just fine. He didn't normally chat with nor befriend wolves outside his pack. The three of them were far from befriending one another. But there was an existing mutual respect with Peregrine hoped to maintain. It would be in their best interests to continue keeping their distances. They also had a mutual interest: keeping impudent outsiders away from their neck of the wilderness, known colloquially as Great Bear Wilderness.

"Have you had troubles with wolves? From the plains?" he queried, nostrils flaring as he gave his soaked pelt a belated and vigorous shake.