Blacktail Deer Plateau It's alive with the beating of young hearts

Still she eluded him despite his hot pursuit. Peregrine began to wonder at her impossible speed as she seemed to gain more and more ground. Why couldn't he catch her?! Her shape began to disappear into the distant forest, even though he propelled himself with every ounce of energy he possessed.

Suddenly, he felt his legs wobble strangely beneath him. Peregrine looked down to see a sheet of ice underfoot. He tried to brake by dropping his hindquarters and digging his claws into the ice, which turned out to be a terrible mistake. Suddenly, he found himself spinning halfway around and careening toward a tree—

—he woke with a start, then blinked in confusion when he saw nothing but a blackness even darker than night. Jerking, Peregrine tried to sit up. Crete's tail fell away from his face, revealing daylight that caused him to squint his eyes. Once they adjusted, he blinked at his surroundings. Rather than snow, the earth was dry and covered in last season's dead grass. The air wasn't warm, per se, but a little milder than usual.

He thought back on his dream and sneered at the thought of playing with Xi'nuata—as if he would do such a thing! He hoped Hawkeye hadn't allowed that witless creature into the ranks. With this thought in mind, he rose onto all fours and stalked off through the woods, the details of the dream fading into the ether, along with every memory of the foolish she-wolf.