Blacktail Deer Plateau Pudding and fish fingers.

Peregrine = the shittiest ambassador ever.

Peregrine didn't care much for pleasantries and gift exchanges on a good day and this certainly wasn't one. He blinked at the offering of fish but did not presently acknowledge it. He knew he would take them with him whenever he left this impromptu rendezvous, as Hawkeye could use the extra protein. Especially since she's nursing twice as many pups now, the dark Alpha male thought grimly.

The male introduced himself and got to the point rather quickly. "I don't—" Peregrine began to say but he fell silent when it became evident that Njal wasn't done. His eyes glimmered darkly, impatiently, though they flickered with interest when Fox's name was mentioned. He might've smiled another day but his face remained stony.

"Fox is going to be a terrible leader," Peregrine replied when it was his turn to speak. He said it as lightly as he could, given his mood. "And we are not allies," he added. He didn't know how Hawkeye felt but he strongly opposed the mere idea of alliances. They went against lupine nature at its most granular level. "All wolf packs are natural rivals. I believe we're distant enough that it doesn't really matter, though. When you return, tell Fox—and feel free to quote verbatim—'I don't give a fuck.' She'll understand."

Njal inquired about his family and Peregrine looked at him a moment and said simply, "That's our business." He wasn't one to seek sympathy and he certainly didn't want pity. And though he wished no ill will upon Njal, Fox or their pack, he did truly believe what he'd said and he wasn't going to let his rivals know of any news that might be perceived as a weakness for the plateau.