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Once Peregrine agreed to Elwood's suggestion of prey, he set to tracking it. He moved forward at a moderate pace, using his senses to follow the animal's trail. Although he was focused on the task at hand, he was able to carry on a conversation with Peregrine. One ear remained tilted attentively towards his friend. Despite the misgivings that Peregrine and Fox had from a leadership standpoint, they were still happy for their Beta pair -- at least, as far as Elwood could tell.

"Quite a few," he replied with a laugh; and Peregrine didn't even know the half of it. He and Finley had still refrained from telling Fox and Peregrine about the miscarriage, but that had been the most stressful and unhappy few days of Elwood's life thus far. All things considered, however, he felt as though he and Finley were equipping themselves for the responsibilities that were to come -- they were making up for lost time, and neither one of them was willing to make a mistake. "We're thinking she'll be in due in just a few weeks, but we're not exactly sure. Believe it or not, though, I think we're both pretty ready for it," he said, feeling his stomach flip nervously. He was a bit anxious, but more than that he was excited to take this next step with his mate.

After a few more paces, Elwood slowed, his nose wriggling. "I think we're getting close," he said, his voice dropping in pitch. He anticipated that they weren't far from the boar.