Emberwood of mice

Peregrine fell back, not wanting to crowd the other wolf lest it end in dispute. He actually lost sight of him and the quarry, though he never lost their trail, nor did they move out of earshot. When he came around a bend in the path and saw the white stranger parked at the foot of a tree, his eyes immediately danced upward. He slowed, then stopped, watching as the raccoon squashed itself into the crook between the trunk and a sturdy limb. From there, it shrieked its indignation at the mismatched pair of wolves.

His eyes dropped when, finally, the other male spoke. "I wasn't going to eat him anyway. The only thing I'd use him for is a fur cap, maybe. I'm Peregrine, by the way," he introduced, speaking slightly louder than normal to be heard over the bandit's screeches.