Blacktail Deer Plateau Homeland

Although Peregrine wanted her to understand the cause of his bad temper, he did not feel like dwelling on it or opening up to some stranger about his turmoil, for that matter. He shook his head emphatically and replied, "No way I'm going to cry on your shoulder like a little bitch—no offense." He licked his lips slowly. "I'll take you up on the hunting, though. What did you have in mind?"

Although she'd proposed the idea, Peregrine motioned for her to follow him as he set into motion again. If he kept moving, it helped him keep his mind clear. It also felt good on a very, basic feral level, with the blood pumping in his veins and the breath pouring in and out of his lungs to remind him that, in spite of everything, he was still alive.