Blacktail Deer Plateau Homeland

Vires offered her services again and Peregrine's nostrils flared. He said nothing. He had no intention of seeking counsel from her or anyone else, for that matter. It wasn't personal. Rather, the opposite was true. Back home, Peregrine hadn't exactly been an open book (except with Osprey) but he'd known and trusted everyone in the pack well enough to discuss his concerns when he needed to unload his mind. Here, he didn't know anybody nearly well enough to let himself be vulnerable. That day was a long ways off, if it would ever come at all.

She loped to catch up with him and eventually the two managed to find a pace that worked for them both. Vires suggested they try their luck with a deer and Peregrine looked at her speculatively. A deer was the typical choice for a full-scale pack hunt, not a pair. However, he thrilled at the risk. Nothing could get his mind off his problems like a challenging hunt. Thusly, he decided to accept her proposal.

"Deer it is," he agreed without slowing. "You're pretty daring, Vires. Are you a hunter by profession?" he wondered. "In my former pack, I was an Eagle, a fancy word for a hunter and provider. Is there a synonymous term here for the wolves that feed the pack?"