Redhawk Caldera A Possible Acceptance

His eyes narrowed to slits at her rejoinder. "These are the borders. Everything that way," he spoke, gesturing impatiently at the entire wilderness over her shoulder, "is no man's land. Everything behind me is part of my territory. You're right, I'd rip out your fucking throat if you tried hunting near here. But out there is prime hunting real estate." In other words: I don't accept your excuse.

With that said, the caldera's ranks had dwindled lately and they could certainly use a hunter and fighter, if she really was adept. "If you gain acceptance, you can prove it to me then," the swarthy Alpha rumbled, mostly to himself. "Fighting we can test right here, right now. Get up and show me your best defensive posture," Peregrine commanded.