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"Indeed," Peregrine murmured in agreement, eyes shining with genuine adoration of his family and circumstances. Sure, his background wasn't idyllic (far from it) but this was where he was meant to be. Of course he missed wolves like Lasher (at least, before he'd gone off the deep end), Blue Willow and Osprey. He had always taken it for granted that they would always be in his life in some capacity, particularly his sister. But they had all chosen the plateau over him, which was fine. It just meant that their paths had forked somewhere along the line. They would probably never reunite further down the road, either.

He wouldn't dwell on any of that now. Peering at Elwood, then glancing beyond him, he said, "I probably already said this but whenever the two of you are ready, I'd love to offer my services as babysitter. Contrary to popular belief, I'm pretty good at looking after pups." So many accused him of being a horrible father, for choosing his mate over his kids. But he had only gone with Fox after his kids were grown, even old enough to leave home (as Junior had). He had given them the option of following without forcing them. And when they had been younger, he had been the best parent by far out of the four of them, though of course he knew that Pied would have kicked his ass in the department if she hadn't passed away.

He mused over that a moment, then brushed his thoughts aside and asked, "Any chance I could take a peek at the newest Redhawk before I have to head home to my own whippersnappers?"