Redhawk Caldera Smell you later

Stalking a wolf was a level 80 Wrath of the Lich King undertaking - and the wolf in question was a worthy adversary. Judging by his formidable beard, Peregrine was pushing six or seven - an era in wolf years and enough time to sprout eyes in the back of one's head. Shar-Kali had at least six, and used them regularly.

She had yet to spend significant time with Peregrine. His status within the pack seemed to be in limbo, and the gossip girl in her was itching to find out what had gone down. She was a retired woman now - technically, anyway - and neither bingo nor CSI could really hit the spot.

He moved through the night like a shadow - Shar-Kali followed behind, keeping her distance. Was he going to meet an age-inappropriate bit on the side, or plotting to sell his pack into slavery? Oh, the possibilities!

Unfortunately, the wolf in Peregrine's sights was.. his wife. It wasn't as juicy as a off-site tryst, but the first thing he said to Fox caught the elder's attention. We need to talk. Them's fighting words. Shar-Kali hunkered down to listen, poised on folded legs like a cat on a railing. It seemed the leading pair would be airing their dirty laundry in public.