Big Salmon Lake War paint

He braced himself for the inevitable reaction, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst. He truly did not expect what came next: a gesture of reassurance. Peregrine jerked slightly, then held still, allowing it. His eyeball twitched, though not because he found this situation irksome. He was a bit bewildered. The contrast between Lasher's reaction and Luke's was mind-boggling. Of course, they were entirely different wolves, yet truly the response could not have been more different between the pair of wolves he had informed.

"Thanks for not immediately telling me I'm a murderous piece of shit," he murmured dryly, finally taking a seat. His eyes rested on Luke's face, almost searchingly. "The last guy I told... well, let's just say he didn't take it so well." He sighed lightly, then shook his head to rid it of any thoughts of Lasher. He couldn't remember if he'd ever told Luke about his former flame but it truly didn't matter one bit now.

"We didn't tell anyone the truth right away, as you're well aware. But recently we decided, what do we have to lose? But now that the truth's out, we're more or less officially at odds with quite a few wolves, particularly some of those to the north," he added, passively scanning their surroundings. "In fact... they are no longer welcome this way and will be dealt with the way my other daughter, Saena, and her pack dealt with one of my subordinates traveling in the north: with teeth at their throats," Peregrine finished a bit flatly, as unaware of Luke's fondness for his daughter as he was of his affinity for Lasher.