Kintla Flatlands Sound the bugle

Peregrine listened without comment as she shared some basic information about her pack, Blacktail Deer Plateau. His eyes slowly lifted to inspect the land form above them, though he couldn't make out anything but vague details in the dark. His eyes drifted back in Hawkeye's direction as she began to wrap up her description, then shot a few questions his way.

He'd only been exiled a little over a week ago and the experience was too fresh, too raw to rehash right now. "I don't want to talk about it," he replied, bitterness in his voice, though it wasn't directed at Hawkeye. "I'm alone," he added after a pause, the words ripping open a hole inside him. He wanted to keen his agony to the black skies and cold stars, yet he didn't want to appear any weaker than he already did, so he kept his voice steady and his emotions beneath the surface.

"I'm a hunter and a quartermaster," he said. Like my mother, he added with an internal wince. He wondered what his parents made of his exile. "I've also been trained to guard the borders and look for weather patterns in the sky," Peregrine finished, his voice, appearance and mannerisms growing apathetic.