Whitefish River Misty Morning

The two ducks also caught Peregrine's eye and he paused to watch them as they flew lower, banked and glided to a stop on the river's misty surface. Their grace totally ensnared his attention until a voice redirected it back to the wolf, who had evidently noticed his tail.

Quirking a brow at the sarcastic comment, he tipped his head thoughtfully as he took a moment to study the stranger's hindquarters. "Yes," he replied without missing a beat. "Maybe a minute or two. You sound scandalized," he observed in an amused tone.