Bramblepoint Nothing on this earth can break your heart

He drew in a sharp breath when something scraped against the large scab on his leg, compliments of Ferret. Peregrine paused to inspect it, make sure the wound hadn't reopened. It was fine, though as soon as he began moving again, the dark wolf found himself being pinned by the snarling glare of a scarred stranger. At least, the swarthy wolf didn't recognize him right away. But then it clicked. He had met this wolf before. He had been Wildfire's leader. Unaware that he had also been one of the wolves afflicted by his own crazy behavior a few weeks back, the black wolf regarded him with wary perplexity.

"Hiding who?" he asked simply, stiffening his stance so that he stood up straight and tall, snout lowered slightly to cover his throat, jade gaze never wavering from the other wolf's face even as he wondered to himself, The fuck is this guy's problem? "I'm not hiding anyone," he added after a beat, since it was the facts.