Redhawk Caldera we gotta learn sometime

Just hours prior, Peregrine had talked to the Beta male about his son. Now the Alpha found himself crossing paths with the younger Elwood as he returned from tracking a solitary elk near the edge of Haunted Wood. It was old and sick. It wouldn't get far. He would resume his tracking tomorrow, probably with the help of one or two pack mates. He did not fear that the lurkers next door would fell it in the meantime. Their scent still lingered in the forest, yet it was weak. In the months since their arrival, they had failed to form a cohesive pack. He sneered now at the mere thought of those weaklings. What a joke, he thought right before the pup's—or, more accurately, juvenile's—scent wafted into his nose, followed shortly thereafter by the unmistakable scent of a rabbit.

Creeping up behind the youngster, Peregrine's approach was perfectly noiseless. He loomed behind Eljay like a larger, darker shadow, watching him watch the rabbit. The Alpha's head tilted, wondering if Elwood Jr would exhibit his hunting skills right now. More likely than not, if he did attempt to give chase, the rabbit would elude him. He was only six months old, after all. But Peregrine hoped he would try, as he wanted to make an assessment of his abilities. Still as quiet as a church mouse, the swarthy wolf reposed on his haunches, head turned partially sideways to keep his good eye on the young wolf and his possible prey over yonder.