Blacktail Deer Plateau witchmilk

Although much of his attention remained on the child at his heels, Peregrine took a moment to study the stranger, now that they were closer. The two of them could nearly pass for brothers, though the other male was slighter of build and a few shades paler in color. His eyes, which met only briefly before the stranger's fell to the ground, shared the same blue and green tinctures as Peregrine's own. He'd felt the stare more than saw it, thinking nothing of it, especially now that the other wolf's gaze swept only his forepaws.

Glancing sideways at his offspring, Peregrine asked, "What would you provide this pack in exchange for a home? And why this pack?" No one had ever procured a satisfying answer to this particular query, yet he persisted in asking it. Once the male provided some answers, he'd move on to introductions, perhaps, taking the opportunity to teach Osprey Jr. some manners.