Blacktail Deer Plateau I call through the fog

He chuckled at her comment about he and Perry being two gentlemen in a wild, wayward place. "You must live in a pretty bad neighborhood if you consider Perry a gentleman," he said jokingly with a grin. He liked to give his brother a hard time, but he knew the Alpha's heart was in the right place. Peregrine might be a foul-mouthed jackass, but he was a profoundly loyal friend and he would lay down his life to protect those who were important to him. Atticus was proud to be his brother.

Blue asked him about his wounds, and he shrugged. "I'm okay," he replied. "Though the gash on my neck does hurt a lot. Does it look like it's getting better?" It was the worst one of all the injuries inflicted upon him by the mountain wolf that had trepassed. None of them were very severe -- they were all just minor flesh wounds that hurt more than anything else -- but the scabbed-over bite wound on his neck was pretty big and hurt badly whenever he moved his head a certain way.