Blacktail Deer Plateau Let it be - (Mandatory Pack Meeting)

It was painful to stand there.
It felt as if the floor was made of lava which slowly crawled up his ankles until it reached his thighs -- and undeneath his stomach the quills of a million porcupines pierced though his skin, reaching his intestines and slashing them open allowing all the stomach acids to burn his body from the inside out.
That's how it felt.

He didn't even remember how he had gotten there, after the image of Finley's tail waving a last goodbye thing had been pretty hazy for him. In the middle of the shock and disappointment his paws had dragged him behind those who would stay at the Plateu. His olive eyes fell blankly on Dante, the man in command.

Though he shared a good friendship with Fox, the Evil Witch of the story, he did not agree with her choice; moving in with winter just around the corner was stupid enough ( though something he would've done if the circumstances were different) but to leave behind such a prosperous territory as the Plateu was flat out ridiculous.

Peregrine had never been more than an acquantaince --even if he was his superior he was pretty sure they never exchanged more than a hello. Dante on the other hand had been a warm and welcoming wolf that had managed to reach out to him during his times of trouble.

He was tied to the Plateu, even if his heart had left for the Caldera.