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"I suppose," Peregrine replied, humoring his sister. When she reminded him that her forest (read: her pack) needed her, he did not insist. He hadn't been serious and he knew Osprey loved her life at the plateau. With that said, should she ever change her mind, he would welcome her with open arms. "I know. We couldn't do that to them."

She wanted to know when the pups were expected. This would, of course, require some math. Peregrine stuck out his tongue thoughtfully and eventually said, "Maybe the end of February or beginning of March? We did the deed during the shortest days of winter... maybe three or four weeks ago now. You're welcome to come visit them once they're born, though it will mean coming deep into the pack lands. If you're not up for that, you can always stop by sometime in spring and they should be old enough to come to the borders to meet you."