Kintla Flatlands Dirty vibe

"Good," was Peregrine's only reply to the stranger's promise not to return. His ears swept back at the next words, which were accompanied by a strange grin that made the Alpha male's eyes narrow. He didn't trust outsiders to begin with, yet this fellow bred a whole new level of suspicion.

The blood-slathered male began to trot away. Peregrine noticed the way he looked over his shoulder from time to time. Although he didn't give chase, he did gingerly pick up the muskrat body. He had no intention of eating it or taking it anywhere near his children. He was no baby who'd gladly accept candy and ice cream from a leering, dirty, smelly stranger in a windowless van.

He trotted at a perpendicular angle to the other wolf, heading straight for the river. Upon reaching the bank, he dropped the "toy" into the water, then turned to see if the peculiar stranger had seen what he'd done.