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He hadn't taken more than two steps toward the outskirts when a familiar voice called his name, causing him to pause. Peregrine turned to regard Elwood, his posture immediately reflecting the wide gap between them in the ranks. He managed a small smile and the tip of his tail wiggled ever so slightly. Despite his own personal turmoil and Tiger's death, he was immensely happy for his friend's new status as married man and father-to-be.

"I was just going out to hunt for the kids. We can easily include yours in there," Peregrine said, still maintaining that thin, tight smile. They would have to eat the meat vicariously via their mother but that made absolutely no difference with the Gamekeepers' provisions. "Want to take point?" he offered. Although he was a Master in the trade, Elwood was now his superior. That and the fact that this was now his celebration of new life meant Peregrine felt the Beta should take the lead.