Blacktail Deer Plateau if i could, i would dare

He closed his eyes in the few instants before impact, knowing it would jar his entire body along with hers. When no such hit came, he stumbled slightly and snapped his head upward. Peregrine tensed, his dusky blue-green eyes flitting from side to side, yet he needn't fear another dodge-and-attack from his devilish foe. Before his very eyes, she fled into the night, leaving splatters of crimson blood on the snow that glistened wetly in the moonlight.

Peregrine's nostrils flared as he watched her go, resisting the temptation to chase her. Even from here, he could see her tail tucked under his legs and it satisfied him. He snorted, then let his body droop as weariness and pain washed over him. His nose ached, as did his right shoulder and both forelegs. His whole body shivered and trembled from the massive exertion of the fight. He was tempted to sink down into the snow and rest right there.

Instead, he maintained all fours, plodding slowly along the wall until he reached the footpath leading up to his homeland. Home, he thought, feeling a strange twinge in his gut. He'd told her was defending his home. Up 'til now, he hadn't felt attached to the plateau in such a way, yet as he reached the apex and resumed his earlier perch, he supposed that's what it was. He was here, his brothers were here and he'd just risked his life to defend it.

With a sigh, Peregrine eased forward onto his belly and kept a silent vigil there on the cliff, lest the she-devil return. In the meantime, he lapped tenderly at his nose. And though he hadn't proclaimed his triumph over her with a single sound, Peregrine nevertheless felt a humble pride in having successfully beaten off a murderous intruder.