Blacktail Deer Plateau evolution of consciousness

The word caused his ears to flick, yet instead of taking offense, Peregrine gave his wife a weird sideways glance. It was strange for her to adhere to tradition in some ways and reject it in others. He did the same thing, though. Nobody was perfect, even his pretty little wife. He chortled at her teasingly.

He wondered what she'd say if he told her he'd considered fathering Blue Willow's pups himself. Would they still be bastards in Fox's eyes? He didn't want to push that button, though. By now, their honeymoon phase had ended and Peregrine was well aware of his mate's penchant for jealousy. There was no need to needlessly fire her up her up with that prospect. It was partially because he knew she'd never accept it that he considered it an impossibility.

"Those pups would be loved and supported by their biological parents, as well as myself. They would be no more illegitimate than pups you bore by Lasher, though I'm aware that things probably won't happen between the two of you... and I'm okay with that, for the record," he added as a sideline. He was disappointed but the last thing he'd ever do was pressure them to get together for his sake.

"Anyway," he said in the next moment, stretching forward and sprawling on his belly, "do me a favor and take some time to think it over before you say yay or nay, okay? Heh. I'm a poet and I don't know it."