Blacktail Deer Plateau if i could, i would dare

Although coming to with Crete's hind leg drooped over his face and Atticus's snout thrust into his rib cage was not exactly the same as waking up beside Osprey, it came in at a close second. As wakefulness crept slowly over him, Peregrine's lips twitched into a smile and he drew in a deep, satiating breath. Tyrannus may have run them out of their home, yet he was the loser in the end. It would take some adjustment, getting used to a new pack for the first time in their lives, yet together, they could do it.

With a yawn, he shook off the last dregs of sleepiness and pushed himself to his feet, gently shoving either brother's wayward appendages aside. He helped himself to a hare from the nearest cache, then took a long drink from a shallow, icy pool. With both his hunger and thirst slaked, he began to trot toward the borders to resume his vigil. Two of his three litter mates were here now, yet one—the most important piece—was still missing, and Peregrine clung to the belief that Osprey, too, would find her way here.

He located a ledge favored not only by the current Alpha but the one before her and sat there like a roosting crow. His dusky eyes surveyed the land below and saw nothing. He bit back a sigh, then slowly dipped forward until he lay with his silvered belly flush with the cold ground. Peregrine crossed his forepaws but, despite his laid-back demeanor, he remained wary and watchful for any sign of his sister.

Meanwhile, a lurker crept along the rock wall just below him. Though Peregrine believed himself to be paying very close attention not only to the sights but also sounds and smells offered up by his surroundings, he did not yet detect his unwelcome guest nor her proximity. Once he did, one or both of them would be in for a nasty surprise.