Kintla Flatlands Unconditional

Whether or not Luke volunteered the information, Peregrine wasn't an idiot. He hastily excused himself, heading directly toward the plateau. With every step, he experienced a different emotion. But by the time he arrived at the river bend just across from his old home, there was only one ruling above the rest: brotherly concern. He wasn't Fox; he didn't fret about bastards. And he kept thinking about Luke's words: @Osprey was having a rough time. Peregrine didn't care about the circumstances leading to her pregnant state (though he was curious, of course), he just wanted to make sure his sister was okay. After all, an unintended pregnancy could have many ramifications in wolfish society—some of them deadly.

Although he would have liked to get closer, Peregrine begrudgingly recalled Dante's decree and remained on the grassy plains. If Osprey was in trouble with the Alpha, which seemed pretty likely, he wasn't about to tempt fate. He lifted his swarthy muzzle into the sky, lips parting. Peregrine hesitated. He wanted to demand Osprey's audience, yet instead what came from his throat was a fraternal croon begging her to please come see him. He wanted her to know he was here to help, not to judge. If the wolf had been anyone else, he might have felt differently... but Osprey was his sister and his love for her was unconditional.