Big Salmon Lake Sharknado

When he arrived, he found himself in the company of a young she-wolf and a veritable cloud of ravens or crows (he didn't know the difference). Peregrine hung back for a few moments, watching the birds go crazy over the rotting fish strewn everywhere, then shifted his jade eyes to the strange canine. From here, he could only see that she was small and pale, not much else. It was difficult to discern a scent above the fetid stench of seafood gone bad.

Careful to maintain some distance, Peregrine picked his way to a spot on the shore further down from her, then glanced sideways. That was when he noticed her eye, as well as her youthful features. She didn't look to be a yearling yet, though he wouldn't try to guess her exact age. He still couldn't capture her scent, though he knew she must be from a pack, probably one of the southern ones. If Peregrine discovered she was actually from the north, perhaps even waylaid by the storm, he wouldn't let her age stop him from hastening her away from his neck of the woods.

But for the moment, he said nothing, waiting to see if she would notice and acknowledge him first.