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He must have hit the sweet spot because she cut off mid-sentence, making a noise that made his insides squirm deliciously. "Feel good?" he murmured, letting go of her ear for a moment and giving her his most salacious smile. Before he could think of resuming, she finally strung a few words together to answer his question.

"What? No, no," he assured her quickly. "I'm not about pacts or alliances or any of that stuff anymore. We just agreed that if the trespassing keeps happening, we might mutually broaden our patrolling ranges, thereby cutting off the southwest from the rest of the wilds." Peregrine shrugged. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that. But I won't get my hopes up, not with the recent trends..." He flexed his dominant (right) forepaw angrily against the ground.

Just as quickly, he relaxed again. "Sure," he replied when she pointed him back in the direction of her ear. He nipped at the velveteen tip again, then began nibbling down toward the lobe. He blew a soft breath in her ear, then playfully stuck his tongue into it before impishly asking, "What about a full body mashage?"