Bramblepoint Okay, let's see what this thing can do.

Several days had passed and when Peregrine returned to the scene of the crime (that term made him smirk), there wasn't a single scrap of evidence to indicate what had passed here among the brambles. That was kind of a shame. He could go for some thick-cut gammon right now. That made his smirk broaden and his mouth pool with saliva. And that reminded him of throwing up that day. He had been feeling a lot better since then, both physically and emotionally. It felt like things were maybe on a much-needed upswing now.

After sniffing around the clearing for a few moments, the Alpha grew bored and spun on a heel, just in time to lock gazes with another dark wolf exploring the underbrush. Although he did tense slightly, his first thought was not about the potential threat. Dude's hot, the Alpha noted, which was incredibly coincidental. He had run into those other two here just days ago and this was where he and Lasher had always met. Was Bramblepoint some sort of hot guy epicenter? Maybe even an underground gay bar? Peregrine wasn't complaining.

There was something particularly striking about this stranger, though. Peregrine couldn't tear his own gaze away from those piercing blue eyes. He just kept staring for a long beat before finally blurting a bit mysteriously, "You know, it's really too bad..."