Blacktail Deer Plateau Change makes me nervous

With her assent, he began to walk, then trot, eager to get back to the clearing. They arrived promptly within five minutes to find the pups still sprawled in the waning sunlight, Pura's paws twitching and Osprey Jr., of course, flat on her back with her legs spread and her white patches on display. Peregrine smiled warmly at the sight of them. Even if his mate-ship with Hawkeye had failed miserably, he knew it had all happened for a reason. That reason was these beautiful children.

"Let's sit over here," he said quietly, motioning for the medic to follow him to the far side of the clearing so they wouldn't have to whisper. "Ah," was his only remark as he seated himself in the cool shadow of a spruce. It smelled lovely here. The branches overhead shielded them from the molten afternoon sunshine, casting interesting patterns on their onyx coats.

"Maybe, if you and Atticus do decide you're made for one another, the two of you will make s'more of these," Peregrine said lightly, indicating the pups with his eyes. He smiled. "I don't think I'll hand out breeding privileges easily, even if I'm single myself, but I'd love to see how you would do as parents."