Lake Rodney Just a papercut

Suddenly, she was not only closer but speaking to him. Peregrine's eyes narrowed at her brusque tone even as he held his breath, trying to avoid letting her scent saturate his olfactory tissues. He was so preoccupied he didn't even think too much on her entire lack of etiquette. If there really was a pack living at the fen and she was part of it, they were technically quite a bit closer to his home than hers and she should be behaving accordingly.

"I live there," he said, gesturing toward the caldera looming behind him, his voice sounding a little strange as he still had his nose plugged. "Are—" he began to question her in turn when a gray figure blurred toward them in an unmistakable charge.

The black wolf turned to face the imminent threat, hackles bristling and lip curling, only to relax and straighten when the attacker slowed, stopped and took on recognizable features. Before Peregrine could get a word in edgewise, Sebastian began rebuking his subordinate. The entire scene threw him for a loop, so that when his former pack mate turned and made introductions, all Peregrine did was stare.

Finally, he said, "Sebastian?" He blinked, then added, "You? You live at the fen?" His tone was colored by surprise and disbelief, though no significant irritation. Sebastian had left the caldera on good terms, if he recalled correctly, and it looked like he had not only found that girlfriend he was looking for but his own batch of followers. Well, Peregrine thought, good for him.