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Maybe Alvin was his name, because he answered the question without mentioning it or correcting Peregrine. Huh. He complained about the pain in his jaw and the Alpha bobbed his head sympathetically. Hunting was a very physical endeavor that came with the risk of injury. Of course, hunting rabbits wasn't usually painful, though Peregrine had eaten his fair share of dirt in his day.

"Walk it off, Alvin," he advised in a chipper tone. "We haven't really formally met," he added in the next breath. "I'm Perry, the Alpha male." Sometimes, like now, it struck him how lucky he was to still hold onto that title. It had almost slipped through his fingers. His nose throbbed dully, like some weird psychosomatic reminder. "And you're Alvin." The way he said it, it wasn't a question.