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Peregrine soon made an observation about Eljay, and the new father's eyes strayed to his son's prone form. "Quiet" was the most accurate word to describe the boy -- even when he did make noise, his sounds were somewhat muted. His lethargic behavior only added to his silent appearance. "I hope so," Elwood agreed -- either Eljay was very content, or there was something wrong with him. He brushed away the thought; there was no real reason to worry about his development yet, so he wouldn't put the cart before the horse.

His first instinct was to turn down Peregrine's offer, but then he noticed the empty feeling in his belly. Although he frequently slipped away to a cache nearby in order to sate Finley's hunger, Elwood had forgotten to feed himself on more than one occasion. He smiled sheepishly and bobbed his head, his gaze meeting Peregrine's. "That would be great, actually. It's easy to forget to eat as a new dad," he said, feeling that his friend would understand -- the first few weeks of the firebirds' life had probably been much more hectic, considering those puppies had been loud and active from the get go.