Kintla Flatlands Wake me up when September ends

With a slight backward twitch of his ears, Peregrine mockingly countered, "It speaks! First you ignore me, now you suddenly want to talk. I was inviting you to take shelter, kid, but the offer expired when you refused to respond. Now get lost." The swarthy wolf rose, ignoring the splinter of pain in his bruised ribs. He didn't growl or raise his head or tail, though the look he gave the juvenile left no room for misapprehension.