Kintla Flatlands Wake me up when September ends

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Peregrine laughed out loud when the younger wolf called him a dick. "Damn straight, son," he said in response, lips momentarily twitching upward before resettling into a vague scowl. He might have added something else, yet the stranger swept away, back toward the river, and he saw no need. He wasn't feeling particularly antagonistic.

And that's why you shouldn't bother with outsiders, he reminded himself sternly. He never should've called out to the other wolf in the first place. Peregrine wouldn't make the same mistake again. Let passerby be just that: passerby.

He crouched under the overhang a while longer, though when the rain showed no sign of slowing, Peregrine emerged and shuffled as quickly as he could up to the plateau proper. He didn't waste time looking back to check that the young, dark-eyed stranger had truly gone. He knew he wouldn't be able to see him anyway. Instead, the Alpha male trotted stiffly toward the heart of his territory.