Bramblepoint Back beat, the word was on the street that the fire in your heart is out

What seemed all at once, there were three wolves crowding his space. Peregrine's hackles stood on end as he hunched over his kill. He fretted that he'd somehow trespassed on a pack's territory and it seemed he wasn't the only one to share this concern. But the male's question pretty much clarified the matter and it quickly became clear that nobody intended him any harm, nor posed a threat to his meal. That was, if he took them at their word. But they were perfect strangers, so of course Peregrine didn't trust them.

"You are," he agreed a little brusquely, eyeing each of the other wolves in turn. The first sort of looked like a masculine version of Fox, though the mask reminded him of Ferret and it put a sour taste in his mouth. It was unfair but Peregrine immediately disliked him. On the other hand, the second stranger's resemblance to Atticus made him feel a sudden stab of nostalgia. Finally, the last man vaguely reminded the Redhawk of Lasher. The nostalgic sensation grew. This was the very place he'd often met with his former lover and best friend and that coincidence wasn't lost on him.

But none of it made him want to share his meal. "I'd be more comfortable if you all backed off," he grunted in a low voice, his eyes lingering a little on the ruby-eyed man whose scent only now made its way into his nose. He even smelled like Lasher, the telltale scent of The Sentinels causing Peregrine's dusky jade eyes to widen slightly. This possibly should have endeared him to the man but it just made a sickly wave of nostalgia wash through him.

In fact, it was so bad that his earlier nausea returned with sudden and brutal force. As his face twisted into a grimace and he pressed his lips together to stave off the bile creeping up his throat, Peregrine abruptly turned away from the pig. He didn't say a word as he darted into the trees, though the three strangers more than likely heard the sound of him gagging and heaving. This went on for perhaps two minutes before silence fell. The hunter did not return to reclaim his prize, leaving the trio to fight over his abandoned spoils.