Blacktail Deer Plateau Homeland

A voice spoke behind him and he whirled, the fur on his nape prickling and his lips peeling back slightly to reveal the tips of his yellowing fangs. When his eyes fixed on the she-wolf, he didn't relax, per se, but he smoothed out his aggressive grimace. He regarded the stranger coldly. He wanted to snap at her to leave him alone. Yet Peregrine resisted this impulse, which would surely see him exiled for bad behavior. The thought curdled his stomach and soured his expression.

Swallowing his bitter words, he continued to give her a bit of a glare for a few seconds before replying slightly waspishly, "I can't abide by that attitude. I have no choice but to fake it." He paused, shifted his weight, then added, "I'm Peregrine." There would be no extraneous pleasantries offered. This was Peregrine at his politest, especially given the circumstances.