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He knew he'd lost his cool with Fox. He'd lost it with Pan too. Hell, he'd lost it with everyone in the pack, some of them more than once. The loss of sight had really hit him hard. He was all over the place with it. More recently, though, he'd adopted a consistently more positive attitude. Peregrine still wasn't sure how he would fare over time with only half his vision, yet he was making strides in his basic functionality.

He had managed to capture a field mouse today on his first try. Rather than kill it outright, he broke its back and then set it loose again to use for practice. Perhaps it was cruel but this was how pups learned and how he would sharpen his skills. Peregrine missed several times but he managed to trap the mouse more times than he didn't. He smiled, satisfied, on his dozenth or so capture.

That's when Fox arrived on his good side, a fat fish tucked in her mouth. He raised his brow at her, then smiled. They hadn't spoken much since their blowout but he was over it by now. It seemed she wouldn't hold a grudge either. Of course, they would have to talk about it... or maybe they didn't.

Instead of saying anything, Peregrine raised his left paw and lifted his tiny prey into the air to show it to Fox. I've still got it, the look on his face seemed to say. It was small but it was still a start. He might be able to retain his Gamekeeper trade yet. Trade you? he seemed to ask next, tipping his swarthy snout toward her fish and locking eyes with his mate.