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He took the pup's cry of "Ack!" as agreement. "So that's definitely off the table," Peregrine murmured, leaning slightly into his son's curious touches. "Goatsucker would be pretty rad but it sounds kind of perverse. I'm normally a big pervert myself but let's not, uh, suck on any goats. Hmmm?" He pressed his nose to the whelp's forehead.

Deciding to emulate the much littler wolf, Peregrine slowly rolled onto his own back so that they were staring at the ceiling, side-by-side. He rolled his head to look over at his paler mini-me. "Kestrel is pretty cool, though. What are your thoughts?"