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An unfamiliar wolf approached from his side of the borders even as he spotted another in the distance. Keeping an eye on this possible threat, Peregrine turned to regard his pack's newest recruit. She prostrated herself in front of him. He observed this approvingly, though he would be quick to assure her that such displays weren't necessary.

"My wife told me about you. It's good to meet you, Somnia. No need to lay there like a hot dog. You can sit up. Actually, if you'd move closer to stand behind me, I'd appreciate it," he said, motioning with his muzzle toward the shape growing in the distance. "We have company."

Peregrine shifted to stand tall, ears erect and tail thrust upward into the air so this stranger would make no mistake: he or she was approaching an Alpha on claimed lands. He remained rigid, though when the wolf came near enough to make out some of his features, his brow furrowed. Is that...? Ragnar? What he hell is he doing here? As comprehension came over him, he relaxed significantly while maintaining a dominant poise.

"Ragnar," he greeted when the ivory male turned his head to better look at the she-wolf beside him, revealing the gaping wound in his skull. "What brings—what the actual fuck happened to your face...?!"