Blacktail Deer Plateau rowan [m]

He'd tracked his daughter's scent trail as far as the river bend. He stopped there, stood for a long time, then turned back with a sigh. If she didn't come home in the next day or two, Peregrine would make a genuine effort to locate her. They needed to talk. In the meantime, he would give Junior her space to cool off and hopefully return on her own.

Not long after arriving back on the plateau, Lasher's voice rose into the air. Peregrine heeded his lover's call, walking purposefully in the Delta's direction. He wondered if Lasher had heard about the altercation between the pack's Alpha female and its Alpha pup. Or perhaps he had something entirely unrelated on his mind.

Upon arriving at Lasher's side, Peregrine bumped his black crown against the male's shoulder and then warmly licked one umber cheek. "Taltos. You tell me what's on your mind, then I'll tell you what's on mine," he proposed lightly, gathering his muscular haunches and taking a seat.