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It appeared Pan wasn't able to speak, which wasn't necessarily unusual for him. Taking his nod as consent, Peregrine offered him a quick smile and then couldn't stop himself from reaching out to give the pale wolf a companionable bump to the muzzle. Unaware of how much this might mean to Pan at this very moment, Peregrine then fell back onto his haunches.

"Fox went into heat much sooner than we thought she would," he said frankly, "and so the next batch of Firebirds will be here before we know it. I wanted you to know." What he would do with that information was entirely up to Pan, though the Alpha did add hopefully, "We definitely want you involved in their lives, if you're still wanting to be. You've been more than great with our first litter. But do whatever you need to do and we'll understand."

His words floated on the air in between them and Peregrine suddenly felt like he shouldn't have said that last part. It just sounded so careless. His lips pursed and he looked at Pan apologetically. He wanted Pan around but he also wanted him to do whatever was best for him. Those two things might not be compatible. He just wanted to let his lover know he understood and supported whatever choice he made for himself. He really did want to see Pan happy.