Great Bear Wilderness Reach for the dead

"I feel like maybe I'm one of the few who could get away with it," Peregrine countered with a smile, "though maybe I'm just flattering myself." He nodded and added, "Despite that stupid saying—'curiosity killed the cat' or whatever—I definitely believe in asking questions and seeking knowledge. Sometimes, you don't get answers you like but that's all part of life. Information is power."

Between the two of them, they'd very nearly finished burying the unfortunate timber wolf. He had no clue who she had been, though even if he had, Peregrine wasn't really the type to go out of his way to notify her pack and family. Burying her was already more than enough.

"Well, I think I'm going to make my way home now, Gunnar. I hope I answered your inquiries to your satisfaction. Stay safe in your travels and never stop asking questions," were Peregrine's parting words before he dipped his muzzle to the sandy youth, then turned and trotted away though the trees, in the direction of the caldera.