Kintla Flatlands Dirty vibe

A strange sound behind him caused Peregrine to unlatch his jaw, letting the carcass drop unceremoniously to the ground with a loud thump even as he turned his head. Immediately, he spotted a white figure trailing several hundred yards behind him. Hackles prickling and lips skinning back from his teeth, he whirled to face what he recognized as another wolf.

The rumble in his chest plateaued when he saw the blood caking the other's coat. Peregrine shifted his weight and tried to catch a scent, yet the stranger stood downwind. He couldn't tell if it was the other wolf's own blood or the carnage of a particularly gruesome kill. Either way, the sight of it made him uneasy.

Deciding he was not about to offer medical attention to a total stranger regardless, Peregrine began to move toward the other wolf in an attempt to ward it—he couldn't quite tell if it was male or female—away from the plateau's borders. He moved lithely, his head lifting and his tail arching in a full dominance display and his ears pressing forward to add an aggressive touch to the unspoken message.