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Peregrine merely nodded in response, giving his mate a decidedly affectionate look and twitch of his lips before facing forward and refocusing on his more feral instincts. His nostrils flared and his whiskers twitched as he began to walk again. His ears cupped forward to catch any sounds made by woodland creatures, be they fawns or something else. They could aim high and still land smaller prey if the opportunity arose.

Every so often, he would turn his head to regard his smaller, red-furred mate. He loved looking at her. He wanted her. The only reason he didn't stop and take her now was because they'd just made love that morning... and he had a handicapped brother to feed. That sobering thought was enough to break his bone.

Nonetheless, just gazing at Fox kept his heart warm and he found himself musing playfully, "Have you ever eaten a fox, Fox?" He kept his voice low to avoid scaring off any nearby prey. Without skipping a beat, he added in a soft, almost singsong voice, "Have you ever eaten a lil' weenie, Lil' Weenie?"