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They were still very much in the honeymoon stage of their relationship, so when Fox crowed something about a dozen puppies, Peregrine didn't even feel remotely alarmed. "Only twelve?" he quipped spiritedly in reply. Abruptly, he thrust his snout beneath his mate's rib cage, quite likely tickling her with his chiseled brow. "I don't think you have enough nipples, dear..."

Cackling, he withdrew. "I can't wait for you to have my babies," he told her in a sticky sweet voice. "In the meantime, though," he added, reluctantly tearing his eyes from her face, "we really need to stay focused. Consider it practice. Atti is about as helpless as a newborn," he mused a bit dryly.

Tossing Fox a small smile, the Alpha male dropped his nose to the ground again. Quickly, he discovered a variety of spoor, most of it old. One of the fresher scents belonged to a groundhog. He wove through the underbrush, tracking it, and the scent trail eventually led to a small burrow. The Alpha male paused at its entrance, then waited for Fox to catch up to him.

"Any bright ideas, wifey?" he wondered aloud to her, eyeballing her as if wondering whether Fox might be able to squeeze into the warren.