Blacktail Deer Plateau Play that song again

Actually, I'm thrilled you chose to have a thread for this. I like writing with you a lot, and these two are always fun together. :)

For a change, Atticus was actually near the rendezvous site rather than somewhere on the outlands of their territory. He lay stretched in the sun, resting and soaking up the cleansing warmth of its rays, feeling all of the stress and exertion of the recent weeks easing out of his muscles and bones. He'd encountered a lot of wolves near their packlands recently, a few of those encounters coming close to violence -- the wounds of his first fight still riddled his body, healing -- and it took a lot out of him. But it also gave him a huge sense of worth and accomplishment. He was actively contributing to his pack. Even when he slept, he protected them by resting within a few seconds' run to their rendevous site. He was keeping his brother and the puppies safe. That was all that mattered to him.

His lazy lounging was interrupted by a quick howl from his brother, but it was a welcome interruption. Perry had needed some time and space after their last talk, and Atticus had given him that. He'd missed Peregrine, though, and was glad to hear that voice rise on the summery air. He rose to his feet, shook out his coat, and made his way toward the rendezvous site. He arrived within a few minutes and greeted his brother with a grin. "Really, dude?" he asked with a gleam in his eye as he drew near. "Hither?"