“So, you are taking off,” the Old Man said as Peregrin sat down on a barstool beside him.
Around them the bar was surprisingly quiet. Perhaps it was still too early for the rowdy crowd. That suited both wolves just fine. They were happy with a low-key atmosphere. It was easier on their heightened senses, which could be easily overstimulated. The bartender set a beer in front of Peregrin and walked away without comment.
Peregrin sipped the bitter drink before finally answering, “Yeah. They are about to announce the Queen’s pregnancy, and the pack is probably already celebrating.”
“Well, they also weathered a pretty serious invasion, so a celebration is definitely called for,” the Old Man pointed out. “It’s important to enjoy the good times.”
“You’re not wrong,” Peregrin nodded.
“But…”
