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"How so?" Fox wanted to know and Peregrine paused with a mumbled, "Er..." So he hadn't thought that far ahead. But if the two of them put their heads together, surely they could come up with something. "I don't know. Maybe we could have another pack therapy session. The last one went so well," he quipped, recollecting that highly awkward gathering of yore. Of course, the faces would be almost entirely different now, save for their trusty Betas.

"New puppies will definitely breathe some life into things," he mused in the next moment, smiling softly at her. "We haven't actually discussed it, now that I think about it. Things just sorta happened, fast." Fox going into (pseudo?) heat, the two of them going at it like rabbits, the failed pregnancy... "You do want more kids, when the timing's right... right?" He vaguely recalled how the first few weeks had been particularly rough for her. But things had been smooth sailing ever since, as far as he could tell. He couldn't be prouder of the first Firebirds.