Kintla Flatlands Wake me up when September ends

He shook his head, though the motion was too deliberate and brief for Peregrine to be absolutely certain that it meant no. At this point, he lost his patience. Who was this creepy young male skulking past his home under the cover of rainy night? Why had he ignored the Alpha, only to change his mind and come over here to stare at him? Why wouldn't he speak, for crying out loud?

"Okay. I don't know what your deal is but if you don't want to to talk — fine. I'm not trying to force you into socializing. Feel free to move along. In fact, I would prefer that you did." Peregrine sat up straighter and lifted a forepaw, making shooing motions. "Scram." There was no hostility in his tone, just impatience. Peregrine didn't expect the stranger to protest, considering it was clear he didn't want to hang around and chat.