The Heartwood seize and conquer

The stranger greeted him with a disquieting, bloody leer. Peregrine paused, eyes momentarily dropping to the other wolf's kill. Having killed and eaten a fair share of foxes (despite his lover's name), he thought nothing of it and sensed none of the strange guilt the unfamiliar male was feeling.

"I have no interest in your kill," the swarthy Peregrine said aloud to complement his body language. He wondered at the slightly guilty light in the other canine's eyes but didn't care enough to ask. In fact, he would probably be on his way, just as soon as he was sure he wouldn't be attacked for inadvertently stumbling over this hunting wolf and his prize.