Big Salmon Lake Blood stutter

too late did taltos scent peregrine -- the surprise narrowly left him enough time to avoid the sudden thunder of hooves which carried buckskin bodies toward him. tongue lolling in the dust of their wake, lasher trained his eyes upon the painfully familiar form of peregrine. their last meeting had been rife with anger and confusion, but he still carried within himself the remembrance of their last beauteous night.

still, the ecru beta stilled himself and did not approach. he had been beneath threat of attack before, and had no intention of mangling himself for a wolf fully weak and operational beneath the chaotic whims of the red bitch.