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He had invited her inside, so Peregrine couldn't exactly blame anyone but himself when Finley took him up on it and darted into the den. He and Wildfire trailed after Finley, both lingering in the doorway as they watched the Beta female smother the other two pups with both mud and affection. Wildfire giggled sleepily and Peregrine just groaned lightly and informed Finley, "You know I hate you, right?"

On that note, he playfully kicked her out of the Alphas' den (not without calling her a filthy animal first), then wondered how exactly to accomplish the task of bathing the three pups, especially the particularly filthy Wildfire. Well, he'd swallowed his fair share of excrement and other unpleasantness in the past several weeks, so what was a little mud? Luckily, the kids were pretty tired, so all he did was line them up side by side and begin licking them clean. In Wildfire's case, he had to nibble clumps from her fur more often than not.

To her credit, the middle child was the most cooperative of all. She almost immediately started to drowse, a smile curving her lips. Whenever her father had to move or even flip her, she didn't even move or make a peep. She drifted, dreaming of many more adventures to come with her beloved Aunt Finley.