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Elwood still wasn't used to seeing Peregrine's submissive posturing. Despite his low position in the ranks, this was still Peregrine's pack, at least in Elwood's mind. He did nothing to demonstrate his higher place in the hierarchy, choosing instead to keep his head and tail at a neutral level. They were friends and would remain as such no matter what happened with the pack's inner workings.

His ears perked at the mention of a hunt, and an unstoppable grin pulled at his cheeks when Peregrine commented on his future children. As a gamekeeper, he always enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, but there was an added excitement knowing that he would be providing for the puppies in Finley's womb as well. "I'd love to," he agreed, accepting Peregrine's suggestion to take the lead.

It didn't seem that Peregrine had started tracking any prey just yet, so the Beta swung his snout low to the ground and began to move forward. His nostrils filled with a variety of scents and he began to sift through them, eventually finding what appeared to be the active trail of a wild boar. How ironic, he thought as Tiger's smirking face flashed across his mind's eye. Turning back to Perry, he queried, "Boar?" He wanted to make sure they were on the same page before they began.