Emberwood of mice

This may be destined to be the shortest thread ever, rofl... unless... ~plot twist~!.

The other wolf didn't reply verbally, though at least he acknowledged Peregrine's greeting with a nod before continuing on his way. A black ear splayed sideways and the swarthy male's eyes followed the pallid stranger as he continued through the blood red forest. Seeing no reason to pursue him, Peregrine faced forward, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips and nose as he continued his own solitary exploration.

He hadn't gone more than three feet when a rustle in the brush made him freeze. A raccoon, perhaps spooked by not one but two wolves crisscrossing the forest, darted across the path and shot in the direction of the paler wolf. Peregrine swiveled and began to chase it it, though he braked to an awkward, uncertain halt when the raccoon skittered directly toward the taciturn stranger, perhaps intending to weave through his legs.