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"Yep!" Peregrine declared, smiling a bit foolishly. "I don't think either one of us expected her to—you know—so early." And had they been less feral and instinctual, they might have resisted their natural impulses. But it was not their way to question nature. They were wild animals. If Fox's body said it was go time, it was go time. "Thanks. We're both excited, even though we haven't even had time to really wrap our heads around it happening so soon." He paused, then quipped, "I promise we won't do the dirty over dinner this year."

The black wolf looked around himself, trying to decide the exact boundaries he wanted to lay. He then motioned for Elwood as he led the way toward a very specific spot along the shoreline. Peregrine sniffed around a bit, then hiked a leg and marked the spot. He then began to trot perpendicular to it, stopping every so often to wipe the scent glands on his paws or spot a drop or two of urine.

"How are Fin and the rugrat feeling today?" he asked conversationally as he worked.