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It was a deal. Peregrine smiled smugly. The owl didn't seem the least perturbed about the idea of slaying wolf pups. In fact, she sounded quite game for it. He supposed it made sense; they were easier prey. He had eaten his fair share of adorable baby animals without batting an eyelash. They were often more tender and tasty too.

He wondered what she meant about paying the price and quirked a brow. But Peregrine fully intended to honor his end of the bargain. Hunting mice and rabbits was easy. He would sooner tangle with fuzzy little animals than territorial wolves, though he would continue to do that himself too, of course. The owl was just an added bonus.

"My name's Peregrine," he told her. He didn't really care about her name, though he asked, "What's yours?" anyhow. "Your primary target is a black she-wolf with blue eyes. Her name is Lusa. Any wolves with her are fair game. The less mercy you show, the greater your prize will be," the swarthy wolf added, sweetening the deal.