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He had expected her to turn down his offer. Hadn't she resisted in the past? Deciding it didn't matter, Peregrine smiled and bobbed his head. "I'll float it past her," he promised. "You might be right about the protective thing, though you're not a stranger, Oss." He gave her a playfully pointed look, then nipped the pale silver fur of her cheek.

Since they were on the subject anyway, Peregrine shared, "It's tradition in Fox's family to name the pups after what they resemble and to wait until they're several weeks old. Isn't that funny? According to her, we're naming them all Fuzzbutt anyhow. No Ospreys this time around," the swarthy wolf quipped.