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The other male's quip caused Peregrine's eyes to narrow suspiciously. Was he trying to be a smartass? Either way, there was no actual irritation behind the look. It soon softened as Panther offered up the plaything, then spoke directly to the little boy. The Alpha male couldn't stifle a sigh when Peter responded predictably. He really didn't mind that his littlest was going around cussing at people (obviously), he just really wished he would pick up on some new words, any new words.

He waited to see if Peter would miraculously take the bait and repeat Panther's name, yet when he didn't, Peregrine rolled his eyes fondly and informed Panther, "I think he might be a peabrain." He huffed a laugh, jade eyes twinkling, when several realizations suddenly struck him at once. Panther was Fox's brother, which made him the pups' uncle. Also, his name could easily be shorted to Pan. Peregrine felt a small pang in his chest, then one corner of his lip twitched at the coincidence.

"His name is Peter Pan, actually," the swarthy wolf marveled aloud before speaking directly to the whelp. "Peter, this is your Uncle Panther. Maybe he wouldn't mind if you called him Uncle Pan, so you can share a name. What do you think?" He doubted the cub would respond, yet Peregrine would never stop making it a point to speak to his kids like he would any other wolf.