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Nightjar didn't answer him verbally, though his body language left nothing to the imagination. Peregrine smiled to himself and trotted after his son as he headed toward the borders. Again, he found himself appreciating his son's attributes, from his mastery over this most feral method of communication to his determination to perform his duties, rain or shine. It was probably safest out in the open anyway, what with the lightning starting to brighten the sky every few seconds. The Alpha wolf hastened his step, matching Nightjar's pace, and father and son traipsed away with the storm hot on their heels.