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It wasn't the first time Jackrabbit had accused him as such (verbally or otherwise), so Peregrine just smirked at him and replied, "I know you are but what am I?" Evidently Ferret had come by his obnoxiousness honestly, so really he had nobody but himself to blame for the kid's solid categorization as an asshole.

Although the pup's question surely had to do with patrolling, in the interest of continuing his facetiousness, Peregrine asked, "What do I do? Well, a lot of things. I walk, I talk, I eat, I shit..." He trailed off, eyes rolling skyward as if pondering. But that was pretty much it. His gaze dropped again, resting on Jack's face. "What do you do?" He sounded sort of like a parrot or a toddler or something. Who was the pup here again?

Jack didn't seem particularly amused by his foster father's antics, which tickled the Alpha male all the more. "We walk in circles, bored to tears, unless we get lucky and get to slay an intruder. C'mon." He motioned for the pup to move ahead and then fell into step behind him as they headed in the direction of the borders.