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Peregrine checked in on Sebastian and Dove this morning. The former seemed to be in good spirits and recovering well. The latter was asleep. He couldn't shake the thought that she looked like she was wasting away. Hell, she looked dead. Of course, Magpie assured him she wasn't, though none of them could say whether she would make a full recovery. Only time would tell. He left some meat with them, then departed to let them rest in peace.

Then he made his way to the Betas' den for a slightly more cheerful visit. "Hey," he called as he strode toward their humble abode. Elwood was parked outside, with his son and mate presumably just inside. "How're things here?" he asked, flopping onto his belly a few feet from the new father, glancing at the den's dim mouth. "How's the mini-me doing?"