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He didn't expect company this deep into the territory, yet someone approached anyway. Peregrine lifted his head and paused, listening to the footfalls and recognizing them as Fox's. He turned to receive her. He was always happy to see her, even if she was ridden with fleas. When she strode into view, his tail broke into a wag and he reached out to nuzzle the soft patch of fur beneath her throat.

"Hello, Mrs. Redleaf," he greeted fondly, his gaze catching hers. "Mm, I'd love one. But only because it's you," he added, growling playfully as he nipped her cheek. Much to his amused disgust, he actually saw a flea jump off her forehead to land who knew where. "Did I tell you that taking a mud bath might help with those?" Peregrine rumbled in a bemused tone.