he had not been within the plateau long enough to hear of what had transpired between peregrine and his mate, or that the devil had ever been possessed of a woman. he had heeded the leader's words and gone into the lands to practice a skill with which he was familiar, but not expert. the day had lent itself to good hunting, but taltos had bypassed a herd of deer, seeing that the stag was quite healthy and alert. it would not do well for him to be fall injured so soon after entering peregrine's lands.
he stalked and killed a woodfowl, who led him on a quick chase through the tree-boles, but taltos had emerged from the wood victorious, and trotted toward the concentration of scents in the loam. this was where peregrine's children resided, and while he entertained no thoughts that he, as a new member of the pack, would be allowed near them, he would bring his kill as close as he dared, nevertheless.
stirring the earth at the foot of a nearby tree, lasher deposited his catch and covered it shallowly enough that a wolf nosing about for prey would be able to see it. murkwater eyes cast about to spot the shadowed form of peregrine moving through the trees. a soft chuff escaped him and he lengthened his stride, intending to greet the sable leader if his advances were welcome.