Blacktail Deer Plateau Phantoms can't hang

"You earned it," Peregrine replied simply, his eyes dancing. He enjoyed Dante's surprised and delighted reaction. "We aren't many wolves at the moment, so you don't have that much competition anyway, but you've already proven yourself as someone who, well, gives a shit about this pack and being all up in it. This is our way of showing you we acknowledge and appreciate that."

The mention of his Healer's name always brought a smile to the Alpha male's lips, no matter his mood. Now was no different. "She's taking good care of me," he agreed, "and my little boy is helping too. I don't know if you've met Pura yet but he's sort of a slow talker. He's really sharp, though, and it would kick ass if he followed in his Aunt Willow's footsteps," he mused.

"Sorry, tangent," Peregrine apologized in the next instant, smiling sheepishly now. "I fell down and went boom," he explained. "I was walking a bit too close to the edge of the plateau and the ground gave way. It busted me up pretty good but I'm lucky I only broke one leg and not all four. At least this way, I can wipe my own ass." He chuckled deeply.

"So who all have you met?" the leader asked conversationally, dusky eyes gentle and curious as they flickered over Dante's becoming face.