Lake Rodney bikini season in the southern hemisphere

He hadn't heard of said pack, nor did he recall Wildfire ever mentioning it when regaling him with tales of her adventures. Peregrine didn't even remotely suspect a fib, however his interest in her immediately waned. He cared very little for other packs these days (unless they insisted on setting up camp in his backyard, of course) and there was probably very little window of opportunity to try swaying her loyalty toward his own squad.

"No," he replied after a lengthy pause, only after realizing he hadn't answered. "But as long as you don't somehow try to claim the lake, I couldn't care less," Peregrine announced. He didn't move, though. He would probably linger in the area and keep an eye on her until she left, as the Master Warden within him demanded.