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Fox proposed an upcoming adventure. As Peregrine slid down alongside Whip, he looked to their son, wondering what he would make of her idea. He was a little surprised when Whip nodded. He felt a flash of relief and shot his mate a grateful, hopeful look. Maybe Whip just needed a distraction to get his mind off things. Perhaps a change of scenery would do him some good. Peregrine would cross his metaphorical fingers.

In the meantime, he gently began cleaning the wounds on the boy's legs. They should probably call a medic or something but Peregrine wanted to do this for his son. His movements were careful bordering on tender as he made sure the bleeding had stopped. "You'll be good as new in time for the trip," he murmured into Whip's ear, offering him a watery smile, before lapsing into silence. He remained pressed to the youth's side and would stay there as long as Whip needed him.

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