Kintla Flatlands { IC Joining } The Call

Peregrine was staring ponderously into a stand of pines when an anguished howl rose up into the air, causing the fur on his nape to prickle instinctively. He climbed slowly to his feet and made his way swiftly (but not hurriedly) toward the source. When he approached the edge of the plateau and the footpath that led into the flat lands, the Alpha male paused, eyeing the slumped stranger. He smelled blood. Peregrine's eyes narrowed.

Although the plateau could use a few more warm bodies, Peregrine certainly wasn't desperate enough to try recruiting a wounded and possibly dying wolf. "Can you hear me?" he asked gruffly when he reached the pale, bloodied stranger. "You need to get away from these borders," he warned. He regarded the stranger without pity; Peregrine could spare none of that for what amounted to a natural rival.