Blacktail Deer Plateau On the borders

Dante obliged him, seating himself and offering his unwavering attention. Peregrine followed suit, dropping to his haunches and facing the other male. He found himself catching Dante's eye and peering into that spectral gaze. "You have pretty eyes," he blurted without thinking, then went a bit wide-eyed, laughed awkwardly at himself and added, "No homo."

Clearing his throat, the Alpha male thought where to start. "We're called Blacktail Deer Plateau. I'm currently the solitary Alpha. My former mate, Hawkeye, founded the pack and ruled beside me. Our mate-ship ended and she stepped down, though the two are actually unrelated. I have a Beta, Blue Willow, and the ranks include several warm bodies, including one of my brothers.

We don't ally ourselves with any of the other packs in these parts," he continued, "though I don't discourage mingling or anything quite that controlling. I run this pack like it's made up of wild wolves." He paused, eyes glittering at his ironic statement. "And though I don't push any trade in particular—so long as you're working toward something, that's great—but we will always have plenty of space for hunters and guardians in particular."

Peregrine stopped there, giving Dante room to ask questions, should he have any.