One roll for the whole shebang

In what she would later refer to as 'the heat of the moment,' somehow Peregrine had yet to consider that another wolf might be involved. When another woman's voice rang out through the frigid spring air Pere's head whipped up to find it's source. A large woman, fur indistinct at distance but looking mostly grey, looked down at her from over a ledge. Waaaait a minute... The lightbulb lit, and Peregrine had a hard time figuring out if she was angry or impressed at her tactic of finding a meal. She settled for sass in the meantime. "What, are you going to lick it off my fur? I'd ask you to at least buy me dinner first, but if this is your idea of a meal I think I'll pass!" It was true enough though, because her fur reeked. Gods, and her options would probably boil down to bathing in whatever frigid water was still running this far north or putting up with it until it dried and flaked off. No thank you either way! She kept her eyes on the stranger, waiting to see what she made of her short speech. First impressions were everything, after all, and if she were to get mad at Peregrine for accidentally making off with some of her meal, well, at least Pere would have a head start.