Blacktail Deer Plateau Soft warmly straw raincoat

My parents live next to a small forest. A few years ago, when I still lived with them, what sounded like a woman being murdered woke us up in the dead of night. It happened a few nights in a row. We finally figured out it was a fox. It was reeeally eerie sounding.

Fox answered him with a faint scowl, which Peregrine found adorable. Smirking slightly to himself, he proceeded, blinking in his mate's direction when she broke away but not letting it distract him. Eventually, he picked up on the faint mewling too and arrived just in time to see Fox facing off with a runty fox kit.

He liked to think he dismissed it as viable prey not because of the way Fox gazed at it nor because of its inherent cuteness—what was he, some sort of softy?—but because it couldn't possibly satisfy a wolfish appetite. Nudging his mate, he turned away, motioning for her to do the same. His tail brushed her hip.

"Okay, let's cross foxes off the menu. I saw the maternal look in your eye," Peregrine teased, glancing sideways at his pretty wife. "You were about to start cooing when I walked up, weren't you?" He chuckled and gave her a sloppy kiss. "You should save that stuff for our babies," he murmured, wiggling his eyebrows at her.