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He shrugged unconsciously at the congratulatory words, which felt odd even to him. There was no love lost between Fox and Lasher, after all, and despite whatever healing time had evidently done to the wounds between them, Peregrine did not imagine it extended to his wife. There had been no foundation of love or even like there, after all.

"That's good," the swarthy Redhawk replied. It was actually pretty wonderful, hearing that his sister was doing so well. "We just passed a birthday, I think. You can tell her I said 'hello,' if you like. Blue Willow too." Peregrine's tail switched and he had to ask next, "You're on friendly terms with Wildfire?" It didn't bother him—he had never deigned to drag his children into the darker parts of his history—but he was curious.