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When Ferret glared at him and stuck out his tongue, Peregrine sneered. When he turned and frolicked away, the black wolf muttered under his breath. His attention then shifted to Eljay when the young man started asking questions about the situation. He shook his head, feeling a little bit of shameful heat creeping underneath his skin. It was mostly funny—or it would be, once it didn't hurt so damn much—but still a little embarrassing to admit a pup had gotten the best of him.

"He didn't bite me, he rammed me, the little fuckbucket," Peregrine replied, squinting in the direction Ferret had gone. "There's nothing you can do," he added with a light shrug, easing back onto his haunches and watching as Peter approached and began batting at Elwood Jr. "I don't think it's a particularly nasty break, so it probably doesn't even need to be set. It'll heal on its own." Or so he hoped. He grimaced.