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Pan's answer indicated that he still had a lot to figure out about himself and Peregrine nodded to show he understood. The Alpha would be there to help in any way he could. Meanwhile, his lover's smile was infectious and his own broadened as he stretched out a foreleg, resting one broad forepaw on the Delta's shoulder. "I formally dub thee Pan Redhawk." He chuckled, then moved his leg to circle around Pan's neck and pull him in for a quick wolfish embrace. Peregrine held him close, then nipped at his nearer ear and released him.

He didn't read into Pan's slip of the tongue much. Titles were probably over-emphasized just like gender. "Mine," he agreed simply, touching his nose to the Delta's jawbone and snuffling the warm white fur there. He then swung his body closer to Pan's so their flanks and hips pressed together before taking a step backward to leave a trail of licks and nibbles down the side of his lover's neck, onto his shoulder. He still wasn't sure how their sexual relationship might work but kisses worked the same way for everyone.