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

She arrived promptly and Peregrine stood, then lowered his head and tail in deference to his leader. He kept his eyes on her onyx forepaws. "Hey, Hawkeye," he greeted, his voice more casual than his posture. Lifting his head slightly—though careful to keep it below the level of her own—the swarthy male waved his tail tentatively and woofed at her. "Hope I'm not bugging you."

Deciding to cut right to the chase, Peregrine said, "About a week ago, I intercepted a wolf near our borders. I attacked her and she fought back. I won in the end." His dusky eyes lifted to look at her face, then dropped again, as he waited to see what she would make of this news or whether she might ask him some questions. In his mind, that was all there was to it, yet Peregrine intuited that Hawkeye might consider the problem a bit more extensive.