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When Bazi appeared, Peregrine relaxed slightly. She did not appear threatening. He didn't even protest when Fox moved in front of him, though he crowded her hindquarters, looming ominously, like a bodyguard. He remained silent, not even bothering with an introduction, as the two she-wolves began to exchange words. He didn't follow everything, though he used contextual clues and previous knowledge to fill in some of the blanks.

Haunter? he thought to himself. This must be the wolf Fox lost. Strangely, Peregrine felt no jealousy. He only felt sympathy for his friend. He nudged her from behind, a silent reminder of his supportive presence, then drew his head stiffly upward at the mention of war. He hated that Fox had no choice but to put herself at risk. He reminded himself that she'd gotten herself into this, yet it was hard to remain objective.

And part of him wanted to volunteer to help, to do whatever it took to keep Fox safe and otherwise resolve this entire quandary. Yet, as fond as he was of her, Peregrine couldn't risk his life or his pack's well-being by involving himself beyond providing personal support. If Fox and her wolves went to war, he would have to take a step back. He really wished she would just tell this Ferdie that she would get out of his hair and leave the creek in exchange for the captives, then come to the plateau... surely that would satisfy everyone?

Fox already knew of this proposition and he would've liked to tell Bazi about this option as well. For the moment, however, Peregrine did not deign to interrupt.