Blacktail Deer Plateau rebel yell

Peregrine watched the figure move closer from where he perched on the plateau's edge. If not for that distinctive stripe on the male's snout and the soot beneath each eye, he would've categorized him as just another lost teenager (why were there so many of those around here lately?) lingering near his borders, likely seeking acceptance. But those markings intrigued him greatly. Long before the youth actually made it to the boundary line and summoned a leader, Peregrine began picking his way down the slope. He arrived less than two minutes after the juvenile's summons.

"Grimlock...?" he said tentatively as he strode up to the young male. If it really was his brother's young son, why the hell was he here? Peregrine held his tongue for the moment, waiting for the pale wolf to positively identify himself before he barraged him with questions.