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She didn't say anything, so Peregrine continued to lick the wound until he felt satisfied that it was as clean as possible. He then leaned back slightly, listening to his friend's slow, deep breaths. She was asleep, which was good.

After a moment, he let his chin come to rest lightly over her neck. Although he'd been enjoying Lasher's company, it felt good to hold a woman close again. He drew in her scent, gently nuzzling her soft earlobe. "It'll be okay..." he murmured, aware that she wouldn't hear him. He was speaking as much to himself as to her anyhow.

Although it was tempting to join her in sleep, he remained vigilant. He would have to inform his pack mates—or his co-leaders, at the very least—about their guest, lest someone discover her and mistakenly attack her. Yet he would make sure nobody bothered her and let her stay as long as she needed before she was ready to go back home.