Big Salmon Lake Wishes come true, not free

Dante turned back. Even from this distance, Peregrine thought he saw uncertainty flash across the silver male's face. That was no surprise. The last time they'd spoken, they had had words, after all. The Alpha wished that Dante had just spat out the truth that day; it would have saved them both a lot of trouble. At least Blue Willow had finally shed some light on the matter, and it was from that point on that Peregrine's distaste for the plateau's new leader had dissolved.

"You're fine. We're nowhere near the caldera," the swarthy wolf said as he closed the gap. "Hey, I'm glad I caught you. I think we could clear the air. Blue Willow told me the real reason behind your decision. It helped me to understand your position much better. You were just looking out for Junior. As her dad, I actually... appreciate that. I wish you didn't have to protect my own daughter from me but, well, that's my own fault." He stopped, perhaps ten feet from Dante. "Truce, maybe?"