Blacktail Deer Plateau Wildfire

A companionable silence stretched between them, during which Peregrine shifted to make himself more comfortable and closed his eyes. He began to drowse, though his mate's voice tugged him out of the murk before he could truly fall asleep. Sitting up slightly, he wriggled his nose in response to an itch and blinked a bit sleepily.

"...will tie the knot? Yes." He only now realized what this meant about Lasher's offer to Blue Willow and the disagreement it had bred between the two Alphas. Peregrine wondered how Fox felt about the pair of them having a litter — they wouldn't be bastards, after all, and that seemed to be the major sticking point — but he didn't necessarily feel like talking logistics right now.

"Life is good, babe," he said simply. They had each other (and he had Lasher too); Atticus was awake; his brother and Blue Willow could be together. Yes, Junior was gone and it seemed her littlest sister had followed in her footsteps. But Peregrine had come to terms with this part of life: his pups would grow up (sooner than he thought) and make their own way in the world. And though he didn't deign to replace them the way Junior had accused, he did look forward to filling the emptying nest with his and Fox's litter just a few months from now.