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Like Peregrine, Fox felt Whip's withdrawn attitude, but hadn't been able to pull herself out of her own funk long enough to check on him. How had it come to this? They had done so well with their first litter, yet this one felt like a failure. Why was this year so different than the last? How had things gone so downhill that she could barely keep their family together? In fact, they hadn't managed to keep the family together at all this year. One of their sons had died, another had tried to kill Peregrine, and now one of them was being a fucking idiot.

"Whip, what the fuck?" she blurted out, coming up right alongside Peregrine. Instead of being concerned, Fox was furious. How could he do this? She and Peregrine had been through so much, so he decides the best course of action is to fuck his own shit up? How on earth did he think that was even a remotely good idea? Now they would need to find a medic to clean him up, and he'd be out of commission for a few days, so he wouldn't be able to help with hunting duties.