Whitefish River Misty Morning

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His ribs didn't ache as much today, so Peregrine decided to take his research project in a new direction. He padded through the cool morning air, arrived at the plateau's edge and promptly loped down into the unclaimed grassland beyond it. He made his way toward the river, having decided he would try his hand (paw?) at fishing.

When the black Alpha male arrived at the water's edge, a small splashing sound called his attention downriver. He wasn't alone; a strange wolf was having a morning drink. Peregrine's tongue darted out to moisten his dry nose as he studied the stranger downstream. He was very average in appearance, with no notable markings Peregrine could see from here.

When the wolf finished his drink and pivoted to meander away along the riverside, Peregrine broke into a slow trot. His unpleasant encounter a day or so before stopped him from calling out to the stranger. For now, he simply tailed him, as was his prerogative when he spotted strangers close to his turf.