Kintla Flatlands Dirty vibe

The swarthy male's pace slowed as he came nearer. Finally, he caught the stranger's scent, identifying him as a male. By the smell of it, the blood belonged to the bloodied creature he spat onto the grass. Peregrine ground to a halt, eyes dropping to the small carcass again but lifting as soon as the bloodied male loped away several feet. He didn't depart, however, lingering watchfully instead.

"Who are you and what is it you want?" Peregrine demanded, knowing he must want something if he didn't immediately retreat after sacrificing his kill. The Alpha didn't look twice at the mound of muskrat meat. "Are you wounded?" he asked despite himself, if only because it didn't make sense for the male to be so splattered after such a rudimentary kill.