Blacktail Deer Plateau Take some Time for me

"That's what I'm here for," he replied without missing a beat, smirking. "Have you ever had someone brush your fur with a pinecone? It gets out all the junk and makes it soft and shiny. I swear by it. Just ask my wife." Peregrine chortled when a thought struck him again and he remarked, "You should ask my brother, Atticus, if he'd do that for you; he's the best pine cone brusher in all the land."

When she glared at him, the swarthy Alpha male cocked his head innocently. A frown line appeared in his brow when she mentioned her concern over his sister. Up until now, he'd thought she'd been optimistic about Osprey's sickness. It perturbed him, though he decided not to worry too much. Osprey was in good hands. And though he wouldn't admit it, even to himself, Peregrine simply couldn't face the possibility of his sister being seriously ill... and so he didn't.

"Well, don't leave her alone until you see her eat," he suggested, "and I'll do the same. I am the pack's Gamekeeper and hopefully I'll add Caretaker to the ol' résumé soon. It's my job to make sure everybody's eating." He paused. "You're getting enough to eat, right?" The Alpha male gave Blue Willow a pointed look, waiting.