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A tinkle of feminine laughter dragged Peregrine's eyes upward to catch sight of his Healer appearing out of the nearby trees. He smiled thinly at her, shaking his dark leg to rid it of urine and then turning his attention to Ty, who was flopped over and whimpering in the grass. He soothed her with a few licks, then turned and plucked up the emptied Osprey Jr. and placed her back beside her sister.

"Piss, shit, boogers, puke... I've already had it all. Still haven't acquired the taste, though, nor built up an immunity," the swarthy leader quipped. "We're all right. It's been a little crazy, what with... but we're all sort of settling into a routine and everything." And, much as he hadn't anticipated it or the loss that would precede it, Peregrine sort of loved his blended family.

"Thanks for the treat," Peregrine said, nodding at the small offering. "How're you holding up? You're welcome to come closer," he said almost offhandedly, gesturing toward his daughters. Whereas he hadn't wanted Sabriyah too close to the pups, he trusted the Healer and wouldn't mind if she came close enough to sniff noses with and even touch them a little.