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Alvin seemed almost taken aback by the notion, as if such an honor was out of reach for him. Peregrine blinked slowly. In the next moment, he declared it a privilege. At his final few words, the Alpha grinned in approval. There were several promising hunters in the ranks now and the timing couldn't be more perfect, really.

"Good. Because we can always use hunters. And right now we have pups on the way." He had laid down the title himself to focus on them, though of course he would never stop hunting entirely. It was nice knowing that there were others to pick up the slack, all the same. And he could teach them. That was the plan now: focus on mentoring other, younger, newer hunters. Mold and fashion them.

"Show me some more of your moves," Peregrine said, making a motion to encourage Alvin to continue hunting, so that he could observe. "Hopefully you know more than just the face-plant," he teased.