Blacktail Deer Plateau Smashing pumpkins

Peregrine's watery eyes widened again at Finley's comment... though not in horror, as might be expected. "I'm going to have titties?" he whispered to himself. Louder, he added, "I... I'm okay with that," while giving his companion a dead stare.

Chuckling in the next moment, he abandoned his own pumpkin-pot and strode over to help brush some of the orange pulp off Finley's back. He wrinkled his black lips back from his teeth and gently plucked clumps of the stuff from her fur, then flung them aside. He'd had enough to eat by now.

"I'd say they're definitely on the menu," he announced when he was finished, taking a step back from her. "I mean, I guess I should put them on hold until I figure out whether they're going to germinate in my innards. But after they've got the all clear, I think they'll make the cut. I may even stockpile a few today, just in case they disappear at midnight or something..."