Redhawk Caldera This summer's gonna hurt like a motherf***er

In that brief moment in between his question and her response, Peregrine's mind went to a strange place. He began thinking of the mechanics of reproduction. As a wolf, he didn't know the minute details like a human might. He just knew that mating with a she-wolf in heat resulted in pups. What exactly happened in between the boning and birthing? His head tilted, though Finley's voice effectively scattered his thoughts.

"You're gonna have an Elwood the Remix?" he asked, a little delighted laugh escaping him. "That's cool." But then it occurred to him: that would make the little boy Elwood Jr. He felt a strange tightening in his chest. He didn't really believe in curses, yet it would be a lie to say he didn't sort of despise the name Junior these days. It was the alias of a would-be baby killer, after all.

But Peregrine wouldn't let his internal misgivings spoil this moment. "And what if you have a girl?" he asked. "Finley the Remix?" he quipped.