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Fox grinned a toothy grin when Siv mentioned her mate and their likeness to one another. They were different in plenty of ways, primarily by way of their appearance. Peregrine was a hulking beast who towered over her, while Fox was this tiny little piece of ass thing who could easy do the limbo beneath her lover. The size difference had never bothered her, and even if it had, she was unlikely to admit it. Haunter, her first love, had been quite similar to Peregrine in many ways, although he had lacked an ear, which was probably his most defining feature. There were times when Fox still thought of the "what ifs" concerning her once-betrothed, but she knew that her place was beside Peregrine now.

“Caretaker, hm?” Fox mused, trying to think of other wolves who had held that title. There was Ferdie, although Fox loathed him so much she didn't dare think of him as a "prime example" of a caretaker. She was fairly certain that Blue had been one, though she honestly had difficulty remembering details like that. “It’s not all about the little ones, y’know,” Fox said, glancing over to Siv. “You also got to make sure the rest of the pack gets plenty of good ol’ fashioned playtime in.” Of course, puppies were a big part of a caretaker's duty, but Fox wanted to make sure Siv knew what she was getting into.

“I think you’d be golden for it, if you think you’re up to the challenge of our future hellions,” Fox grinned. Based solely on their parents' personalities, Fox couldn't imagine her children being anything short of trouble-makers.