Big Salmon Lake War paint

He hadn't intended the inquiry quite so literally, though even those two words were important information. At least this meant Luke wasn't affiliated with a northern pack. This allowed Peregrine to relax somewhat. Until given reason to behave differently, he would not extend his vendetta to include loners and wanderers. Of course, this entire encounter begged a lot of questions about exactly which wolves he would chase away and which he would tolerate. He would have to sit down and think through all the specifics.

Luke's question drew him out of his thoughts. "What?" he asked, gaze quizzical. "We've met here a few times," he said a bit inanely, even though the white wolf had specifically mentioned the lake near his pack. "Lake Rodney? What are you talking about?" Frustration and confusion began to leak into his voice. The question had effectively sidetracked him.