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The Alpha's lips arced at the response. "That's a pretty rad nickname. But I think it's taken." He winked even as he slid forward to lay on his belly in front of the youngster. "My name's Peregrine. But you can call me Uncle P. How's that sound?" He snorted quietly, then reached out a paw to bat playfully at Elwood Jr.

Simultaneously, he felt a throb of pain in the entire left side of his face, concentrated around his eye socket. It felt like an invisible someone or other punched him in the face, giving him a black eye. Peregrine winced and groaned quietly, waiting for this strange but not unfamiliar pain to pass. What choice did he have?