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Fox had never quite understood Peregrine's relationship with Lasher, and it was likely that she never would. There was a time when she'd toyed with the idea of taking both of them as lovers—it appealed to her selfish qualities—but she'd never done it. The fear of bastards was too strong, which meant she likely wouldn't be taking any male lover aside from Peregrine. Unless they just did butt stuff.

With a lady lover, Fox wouldn't have to worry about such things. And if Perry took a male lover, they wouldn't have to worry, either. It's too bad there's no magical wolf birth control, eh? Peregrine proceeded to flip into dreadfully technical terms ("parameters", "operate") which amused Fox. He was both the most silly and most serious wolf she'd ever met.

"If you want a fling, so be it," Fox replied, touching her nose to his cheek. Knowing that she and the kids would always come first was a big step in the right direction, and Perry had never made her think he would put anything else before them. They were family. They were blood. "Tell me more about this Blue Nose," Fox said, settling in for whatever Peregrine wished to say about his newfound crush.