Blacktail Deer Plateau Follow your heart, little child of the west wind

Peregrine sucked in a deep breath, held it, then let it out in a long, low whoosh. The air smelled and tasted crisp as he walked briskly through the woods, tracking rabbits and, with every success, further padding the pack's stockpiles. Although he still experienced some lingering aches and pains from his fight the week previous, he didn't let it trouble him, nor slow him down. Peregrine was dedicated—specifically, to Hawkeye and her plateau now—and he wouldn't let a trifling matter like that prevent him from pulling his weight.

The battle weighed on his mind today more than usual and Peregrine realized he should find Hawkeye and give her the details. Perhaps she would be pleased to hear what he'd done, though Peregrine didn't think long on that. He'd only done what any wild wolf would do instinctively. He recalled her sad expression the other day and wondered if she'd fret over him, though he decided she really didn't seem the type. It would be enough for him if she was simply happy to know he'd fully committed himself to the pack via his actions.

Stopping in a sun-dappled glade, Peregrine took in another breath, then threw back his head and called for the Alpha female. When the howl ended, he dropped his swarthy head, sniffed at the ground, circled three times and sank onto his haunches with a small sigh.