Big Salmon Lake War paint

Whether he looked wiser or older, or a combination of the two, Luke had but one thought: "Looks good on you." Peregrine was still the same strapping alpha he had been when they had met, and while the white wolf still found him attractive, he did not feel drawn to him as he had before. Whether it was the mood of this encounter, or the time spent apart, or that he had found satiety in Lasher, or something else entirely, he could not be sure. He did not think on it.

He pursed his lips at the idea of making enemies, his ears folding back briefly. "I've agreed to join someone," he shared. "To found their pack with them, but that has not happened yet." The threat of conflict made him desire a pack all the more, but at the same time, perhaps he was better off unaffiliated.