Blacktail Deer Plateau Pudding and fish fingers.

Peregrine was still grappling with the death of his niece and its impact upon his family unit. His mate now nursed four pups instead of two, the new additions so small and pale in comparison to his own children. Kisu hovered in the background, a bereft widower as well as a new father. The swarthy Alpha male didn't know how to comfort him. Hawkeye was badly shaken by her sister's passing too but Peregrine held and consoled her even as she selflessly made sure Pied's young would have a fighting chance.

This morning, he left his new, blended family asleep in the Alpha pair's den and headed out on a short patrol, mindless of the drizzling rain. He did not expect a caller, so when a howl rose up into the gunmetal gray sky, calling specifically for him, Peregrine paused. He considered ignoring it. This was a time of grief and he owed nothing to some stranger who happened to know his name.

But the opportunity for a distraction was appealing, so he loped to the borders anyway. When he reached the crest of the plateau, he paused and scrutinized the caller from a distance. Peregrine then swept down to meet him, his dusky blue-green eyes fixed on the stranger's pale face and what appeared to be a scabbed wound on top of his head. He paid very little attention to the fish directly, although he smelled them.

"This isn't a very good time," Peregrine announced as he came to a stop, just to preemptively pardon his own brevity. He did not elaborate. "Who are you and what's your business here?" he asked instead, his tone a little gruff.