Shy Deer Steppes It gets into your body

He felt his nose starting to tickle again and he plugged it in the hopes of staving off another sneezing fit. Meanwhile, the other male was imparting some significant news on him. Well, Peregrine supposed it might matter more to another wolf. The name was vaguely familiar—perhaps Wildfire had mentioned it to him before—but he didn't associate it with anyone he knew. He remained oblivious to the fact that the spire and the spine were one and the same. In any case, it really meant little to him at the end of the day, as did the news of their departure. The less competition in the area, the better.

And they had left behind what looked like a healthy young young wolf. Suddenly Peregrine eyed the nameless wolf with more interest. Perhaps one pack's trash would be another's treasure. Even as the thought crossed his mind, the stranger asked about his home. Then he sneezed. The swarthy Alpha smiled grimly.

"Redhawk Caldera. I'm its Alpha, Peregrine. You seem to be out of a home, right on the cusp of winter. If you have any skills to speak of, maybe you can return with me," he hinted with a flick of his tail. "Sounds like you might have already caught our plague, so you may as well," he quipped darkly, snorting, which caused a snot rocket to fire out of his nose and land precariously close to the other wolf's left foot.