Derek stowed his duffel in the back before climbing into the passenger seat. The Winter Moon delta patiently waited for him. As they drove out of the settlement, Peregrin was surprised to see how many of the pack members lined the road to see them off.
“Your pack must be really concerned for you,” he said.
“It’s not for me,” Derek shook his head. “Word has spread that the Gray Mountain pack may have survivors. They are praying for good news.”
Peregrin nodded, “That sounds nice.”
“Excuse me?”
“Packs are usually so isolated,” Peregrin explained. “We don’t think about one disappearing, even our allies or neighbors. It just means we may be able to expand our territory and resources. So, this is nice.”
Derek bit back a response, sensing he was being genuine. Finally, he said, “It is nic
