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The only reasonable response to Wildfire's question was to stick his tongue out at her, so he did. Wildfire made a valid point, though. Peregrine simply didn't have a life outside of the pack. And that didn't bother him one bit. Of course, he didn't live in a total bubble, so wolves like Lasher (and even Wildfire herself) would bump against the edges every so often.

"No idea, kiddo," Peregrine breathed in reply. "She went missing around the same time as Pan—you knew about that, right?—but I'm not sure where either one went." He was convinced Pan was gone, yet he didn't feel the same about Raven's fate. He figured she was just meandering somewhere, maybe finding a greener pasture. "Peter's named for him," he mentioned in a murmur.

"Would you like me to call your mom?" he queried in the next breath. "Or anybody else? Maybe your aunt and uncle? Eljay?"