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"Boar sounds great," Peregrine said. It also sounded like a challenge, which he anticipated with pleasure. He liked to think he was redeeming himself by keeping his head low and working hard, especially to provide for Fox and the kids. Truthfully, he hadn't thought much on resuming the mantle. He knew Fox wanted him back up to top beside her, yet he wanted to earn back that honor by doing right by his pack mates.

"How many bricks have you shat?" Peregrine asked, sounding convincingly conversational as he fell into step beside Elwood. "I mean, most dads get the benefit of planning," he continued, cocking his head and shooting his hunting partner a companionable look. "They'll be here before you know it."