Whitefish River Misty Morning

The stranger didn't seem to know what to make of Peregrine's remark, which gave the swarthy Alpha male a mischievous sense of satisfaction. Padding closer, he saw the scars on the other male's nose and gave him a curiously questioning look. He stopped perhaps six feet from the other wolf.

"The plateau," he said, gesturing toward the nearby ledge, "is my home. When I see strangers skulking around, I keep an eye on them, that's all. I'm Peregrine. Who are you?"