Kintla Flatlands Savage garden

Thanks for the thread — and sorry Perry's a bit of a dick. :D

Since he was staring at her, Peregrine caught the sweep of her eyes and the scrutiny contained in them. His own gaze did not waver; it bored into her face, silently commanding a more direct answer. Was that really so much to ask? And it seemed he was no closer to one.

"No, actually, it doesn't. Why can't you explain why the carrots are harmful? It sounds like horseshit. And I feel fine, by the way."

When the cream she-wolf said something about flirting, Peregrine gave her a nonplussed look. Who'd said anything about flirting? Writing her off, the swarthy male picked up his bundle of carrots and trotted back toward the plateau without another word. He would ask Blue Willow about the carrots; he trusted her much more than some ambiguous smarty pants.