Peter can feel the excitement, the rush, the spark also flaring bright and powerful. He wished their pack would be more, then they could have claimed this territory in no time. But maybe in the future.

He squeezes the boy's bloody hands with his, walking back toward their place. Peter smirks back, his wolf howling. His red eyes not leaving the boy's for a long time, he's proud.

No words needed as they walk the beach, leaving their scent and mark behind for every creature to know that they have taken their offering.