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Peregrine quirked a brow at Dante's opening statement, as if to say, Go on... He then lapsed into attentive silence as the other male painted a picture of his previous life. He seemed ashamed of his bloodthirsty past, which amused the Alpha male on some level. He waited patiently for Dante to finish, mulling over what to say in response.

"I'm not one for violence, particularly, and I don't kill outsiders on sight or anything but my personal ideals are not so different from your birth pack's," Peregrine admitted, looking into Dante's charcoal face to gauge his reaction to this information. "I do not make alliances and I only barely tolerate most outsiders. I can think of only one exception, really." Fox's head blinked in his head and he felt a twinge of nostalgia. It had been so long since he'd seen her. He felt like he'd moved on from his little crush on her too. "So I'd be the last to hold something like your history against you," he concluded.

Shifting to a more comfortable position, the swarthy leader asked, "So do you not share in those ideals anymore? What do you make of those who are not of the pack nowadays?"