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Neither one of them saw fit to really answer his questions. Peregrine gave his lover the benefit of the doubt but his heavy gaze lingered on the she-wolf. He wanted a name. Pan provided one indirectly, then implied that they would be feeding this Roz. By her own report, she had only escorted his lover home, not provided any particular service beyond that. The Alpha's fur prickled at the thought of stealing food from his pack mates' mouths for this stranger.

"Someone explain what's going on here," Peregrine implored. He wasn't angry, though he was a bit frustrated because he didn't understand. He was still worried about Pan, which was evidenced by the fact that he nudged or nibbled the pale wolf every few seconds.