Blacktail Deer Plateau Black and blue

"Don't say that, Oss," Peregrine pleaded softly. "They're young but they're healthy and able. Junior at least has a pack at her back and she's a Warrior and Outrider. I can't bear thinking that they've gone out into the world just to perish." He'd had a handful of juveniles approach his borders in his day, so he knew it wasn't impossible for them to survive. He knew his sister had a point, it just wasn't something he could bear contemplating right now.

"Yes, Fox and I hope to have a litter. That's part of why Junior left, you know. She was very upset at the idea of 'replacement' puppies." He sighed, which made him wince. "Lasher would have my babies too, if he were capable, I'm sure," he added, his eyes twinkling. "I don't think those two will be establishing any amorous connections after all. Lasher did offer to father a litter with Blue Willow but, well, Atticus is back now and there's no need for that. In any case, I intend to keep him close and involved in the pups' lives when the time comes. I'm not sure in what capacity but we'll figure it out when the time comes."

After a brief lull of silence, Peregrine impishly inquired, "What would you do if I named another pup Osprey? Osprey the Third?" He was joking, of course, but even as the teasing remark slipped off his tongue, he thought of his daughter and how she felt replaced by his potential future children. His lips pressed together.