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Elwood confirmed that he had pooped his metaphorical pants quite a bit over the entire situation, yet he also assured Peregrine that he and Finley were prepared for the inevitable birth. He quirked a brow, not because he doubted the Beta male's preparedness but because it was still sort of novel, envisioning Finley as a mother. Weren't parents supposed to be responsible? A litter of pups would sure put a cramp in the bear-fighter's style, he thought with a light smirk.

"I know you two are," he went on to say out loud. "You've had a lot of practice with the Firebirds and we couldn't have asked for better godparents. There's not a doubt in my mind that the two of you will be great." Yes, he had his misgivings about the timing and handling of it, though at the end of the day, the Kappa truly was thrilled to see the two of them settle down and start a family. The Groves (or Blackthorns?) were as close to him as any brother or sister and he would see their children as nieces and nephews, for sure.

The scent of wild boar infiltrated the Kappa's nostrils and effectively cut off their conversation. Beginning to switch to predatory mode, Peregrine utilized all available senses to zero in on their prey. Meanwhile, he made sure to pay close attention to his leader's unspoken commands. Such a beast would require not only the males' brute strength but a sound strategy as well.