Emberwood of mice

They spent the night near Emberwood, though Peregrine did not sleep much in this strange place, even with both his lovers by his side. He eventually gave up and restlessly roamed the strange woodland, searching for prey. He hoped to deliver breakfast in bed to his sleepy companions. Dawn was already here, so he figured he had perhaps an hour to hunt before they woke for the day.

Instead, he crossed paths with a pale stranger. They were coming right at one another along a worn deer trail. Peregrine paused and regarded the other wolf, his stance stiff but neutral. If not for the fact that they were on a collision course, he might have moved past and went on his way. Peregrine wasn't much for mingling with strangers.

He found himself saying a gruff, "Morning." He was about add a query about the area, wondering if perhaps this male knew more about it. Then he remembered that they were leaving as soon as Fox and Lasher woke, so why even bother? So he said nothing else, letting his gravelly greeting hang on the air.