Stavanger Bay Bless this morning year

"Junior," Peregrine reprimanded gently, shooting Ragnar an apologetic look even if he was sure the scarred male didn't mind the girl's antics. The puppy didn't pay him a lick of attention, of course, especially when a pretty she-wolf shuffled onto the scene with Junior's mini-me tagging along not far behind. Before she even introduced herself, Peregrine intuited that this was the wolf of the hour.

Even as Osprey Jr. squealed and littered Thistle with apologetic licks, Ragnar spoke, introducing his mate and children. Peregrine nodded to all of them, though his eyes fastened on the careworn female. "You saved my daughter's life twice," he said, having gleaned this knowledge from Osprey's account of her misadventures. "I don't know how to thank you but to say... thank-you, from the bottom of my heart." He spoke gruffly. It wasn't often that Peregrine found himself indebted to strangers. In fact, it had never happened before.

"It seems you have a thriving family here," Peregrine noted. "What is it you call your pack, Ragnar?" He paused, allowing the Scandinavian a moment to answer, then glanced at Osprey and said, "I want you and your family to know you're welcome to call on Junior at the plateau's borders. And she has my permission to visit, as long as it's all right with you and yours," he added, much to Osprey's wiggling delight. "I believe she has come to think of you as a second family, so it's the least I can do to... share her with you," Peregrine finished, his lips twitching slightly.