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Peregrine was pretty sure his brain temporarily flat lined when Wildfire made her big reveal. It wasn't that he didn't approve—especially considering his own mate's proclivities—it just happened to shatter a schema he hadn't known existed until this very moment. His mouth fell open and he blinked hard a couple of times, dimly registering the others' tentatively positive reactions in his peripheral vision. Peregrine licked his lips slowly, glancing at Wildfire's face, taking in her happy but anxious expression.

"Dude," was the first word that left the father's mouth, "right on." Maybe that wasn't the most orthodox response but it was somehow relieving that Peregrine wouldn't have to worry about Wildfire getting dicked around by another man. Perhaps that was a sexist way to think—women were capable of being pieces of shit too—but Peregrine didn't care. "I mean, good for you. You're right, your mom should totally hear about this." Fox would probably have some pro-tips for their daughter, though Peregrine shut down that train of thought quickly. He was all about his mate's romps but he would draw the line at thinking of his daughter in that light.

His brow furrowed somewhat at Wildfire's reticence. Was she ashamed? Or was their relationship a secret? Peregrine glanced in the direction her pack mate had gone, thinking a silent, Ah. But the dude had moved out of earshot and he wasn't about to let Wildfire off the hook that easily. "Really? You're not gonna tell us all about her? Every last detail? How you met? How you decided to become an item? I mean, we'll need to know when the wedding is, so we can attend," he teased paternally.