Meadowlark Prairie Call me anytime you can see the lightning

The sound of a cry caused the black wolf to whirl immediately, lips skinning back from his teeth as alarm bells went off in his head. Prey...! A shadow of displeasure passed over his face when he saw that it was not game but a skinny she-wolf. If the situation were a bit more desperate, he would have considered her viable quarry... but Peregrine hadn't crossed that line just yet, despite the pinch of hunger in the pit of his belly.

His jaw flexed as he remained where he stood, rooted to the spot. Once upon a time, he might have considered trying to recruit her or, better yet, chasing her away. But Peregrine had neither the time or energy for such pursuits. She was not food, so she was an unwelcome distraction.