Blacktail Deer Plateau Discretion of the Mind · PACK MEET

Indeed, Peregrine came skulking through the trees to find Hawkeye alone. He stopped several feet away, fighting the urge to run up to her and greet her with licks, nuzzles and whispered I missed yous. Instead, he glowered at her. Where had she been? Why hadn't he been able to find her for the past several days? He'd been keeping tabs on her then—poof! She'd made herself incredibly scarce. And, whether real or imagined, Peregrine fancied she smelled of other males.

Finally, he grated out a cool, "What's up?" Then, because his kind—the Redleaf-DiSarinno kind, that is—had never been very good about keeping tempers in check, he accused, "Where have you been—off screwing around?"