Peregrin sighed as he looked out across the barren landscape. He didn’t understand why anyone would choose to live in the desert. Yet, this was where Erin had been born. Maybe he would have to sit and talk to her about her childhood.
He grabbed the papers he tucked up in the passenger visor to review again. The page currently on top had directions to his current destination. Peregrin had committed them to memory, as well as much of the rest written on the other pages. Erin had been very specific about how he should greet the Kweo pack members. She seemed confident that they would at least hear him out.
Tucking the pages back into their hiding place, he turned off the highway and took a twisting gravel road among the scrub and cactus. After several miles, he began to think he was lost un
