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"No," Peregrine answered even as Fox's voice carried all across the caldera. He winked at her, then scooted closer to stand beside her, joining her in looming over the puppies. "I haven't even farted on all of them yet, so how will everybody know who they belong to? Quick, there's still time!" the Alpha stage-whispered before squatting over the nearest pup (Peter, alias Smol) and screwing up one eye in his effort to produce flatulence.

But there was nothing in the pipes. Still, Peregrine hovered there, wondering what the first arrivals would think when they caught the father crouched over his pup like this. "You're just in time," he announced to no one in particular, "to experience the miracle of male birthing! Welcome to the show!" And then suddenly a fart did sneak up on him and, alas, the entire litter of four was suddenly awash in a rancid-smelling gas cloud.