Kintla Flatlands Wake me up when September ends

The wolf stopped and looked at him directly. This time, Peregrine could see the glister of his eyes, though they were black like wet ink. The Alpha's lips pursed as he made eye contact from a distance. The stranger said nothing and though Peregrine couldn't determine any facial details from here, specially with the dim air and rain, that silence was telling. Apparently, his overtures were unwelcome.

"Fine," he grumbled under his breath. He didn't say anything else. He wasn't desperate for company by any means. Had he not been injured, he probably would've gotten off his ass and hurried the other male away. Instead, Peregrine just returned the quiet leer.