Haunted Wood We ruled the world

He saw more signs of wolves the further he went into the woods. Peregrine began to suspect that there might be a group of them passing through here. Surely they weren't attempting to lay a claim to the woods. It was much too close to the caldera. He and Fox would never tolerate another pack trying to set up camp at their doorstep. They wouldn't just heckle them, either. They would attack with intent to kill until the squatters packed up and left.

Feeling irate about this possibility, Peregrine growled sharply when a voice spoke. He turned his good eye toward a young wolf with buff fur and a smudged snout a bit like Wildfire's. He quieted, though he continued to leer. He took the cub's presence as a bad sign. It meant his parents were running around somewhere, maybe trying to stake a claim.

"I'm Peregrine, Alpha of the caldera," the black wolf said pointedly, motioning at the squat peak visible over the treetops behind him. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" he demanded in the next breath, his hackles still bristling.