Big Salmon Lake War paint

Peregrine's question served as the answer: he did not remember that night by the other lake. This did not come as a surprise to the blue-nosed wolf, but nonetheless he felt body slump a bit. With a sigh he seated himself, his tail wrapping about his paws - an atypical thing, for usually his tail thumped and swept the ground behind him.

"I was worried," he said. His silver eyes searched Peregrine's face. His brows were furrowed as recalled how he had been turned away at the borders, the chill of not knowing what had happened to his friend. "I tried to find you. I don't know how long I wandered around the fringes of your home, hoping to see you." He paused, and shifted on his paws. "I found you, by the lake. But you were... not awake."

Did he even know he had been sleepwalking?