Big Salmon Lake War paint

Peregrine's lips pulled into a small smile at Luke's observation about his faded coloration. He had nearly forgotten about it. "I'm told I look wiser," he remarked quietly. "But I've caught my reflection and I just look older. I'm not even five yet but I guess that experience aged me." He had meant the comment as a joke at first but it came out far more soberly. One of his upper teeth dug into his lower lip.

"So you haven't settled down yet? How come?" he wondered in the next breath. "Choose carefully now. You might end up with enemies by default," Peregrine mused. The southern wolves were no longer tolerant of northerners and the wolves in the north had more than proven they would attack the southerners that wandered too far in their direction. Lines had definitely been drawn in the sand.