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Despite his misgivings about the status of their relationship in light of this new information, Pan's honest answer made Peregrine's heart squeeze. Pan meant a lot to him and he could see that he meant a lot to Pan. He couldn't help but reach out and softly lick the side of the male's muzzle, near the corner of his mouth, something he only did with the two romantic partners in his life. I'm still here, the gesture said, even if it might take him some time to sort out and untangle his thoughts and feelings on this matter.

"Maybe we all put too much emphasis on gender anyway," the Alpha mused. "You know that, as far as love goes anyway, gender doesn't matter much to me. I mean, it's a factor, I guess... I don't know... I'm babbling. I—just—I care for you a lot, Pan, and you mean so much to me." He loved Pan, really, though he wanted to reserve those three words for a lighter, happier moment, even if they probably would have gone a long way right now.

"You mean a lot to this pack too," he continued, "regardless of whether you're a dude or a lady. I mean, you're ready to be Redhawk, aren't you? You just earned your Warden trade, so the name is yours if you'd like to take it." Peregrine slowly began to smile. "For the record, if you had to pick, would you want to be a Mr. Redhawk or a Ms. Redhawk...?"