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Shrike mentioned an altercation which sounded vaguely familiar to Peregrine. Fox had most likely told him about it at the time. Obviously, it pleased him to hear what Shrike had done on the pack's behalf, though what was up with Ash's intervention? It sounded like he'd have to have a word with him about it, if his mate hadn't already gotten to it. It was nice to know Shrike himself didn't need to be reminded of how to behave like a proper wild wolf. The Alpha's lips curled into an approving smile when he reiterated that he didn't tolerate trespassers.

"Good," Peregrine replied simply, his tail switching as he considered Shrike's follow-up questions. "Yes, we keep to ourselves. If you want to socialize with wolves outside this pack, that's up to you. Just don't do it anywhere near the home base," he continued with a shrug. "We are naturally rivals with other wolves but we're not about to dictate what you do on neutral territory." He paused. "I generally don't mingle with outsiders, though I make a few exceptions myself."

That made him think of Lasher and it wasn't long before his thoughts naturally segued back to his original conquest: Fox. "I'd love to continue getting to know you, though I was actually looking for Fox when we ran into one another. I'm gonna go find her. But we should catch up s'more later, maybe meet up for a patrol in the morning?" The swarthy wolf shifted his weight, glancing at the partridge chicks between them, but made no move toward them or away as he awaited any last words from Shrike before calling it a night.