Lake Rodney Just a papercut

A moment later, the arrival of a wolf from that direction seemed to confirm his idle suspicion. Peregrine's good eye tracked its movements, his black muzzle tipping into the breeze that swept across the lake. Not only was the wolf female, she was in season. The Alpha's jaws clenched as he dug his toes into the silty soil. Of course he was tempted to get closer to her, yet he had a mate and newborn pups. Much as her scent lured him like a siren song, he didn't need to bring any more young into the world right now (not to mention the whole cheating thing).

Deciding not to tempt fate, he turned his face away from her, staring in some random direction for a long moment. But then he felt strange for turning his back on a stranger, even from a distance, so he turned around again and just watched her, well, watchfully.