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Peregrine Redhawk

He still didn't cotton onto her distracted mood until she spoke, disregarding his fond remarks and launching directly into a question about their future on the plateau. Peregrine's lips parted, though he didn't interrupt her. He contemplated every one of Fox's words, turning them over in his mind. Even when she lapsed into silence, he didn't reply immediately.

Fox had now lived here for two months, so she'd given the plateau a fair chance. Peregrine's own situation had changed significantly in that time as well. Most importantly of all, there were no remains to leave behind now that Junior was alive (if voluntarily absent now). With the other pups also dispersing and his brother on the mend, there was little tying him here except his fealty and devotion to the land and its wolves. He'd built a whole life here.

At length, Peregrine said, "I guess I'm not as set as before. I love it here, though, and I wish you felt at home here. Is there nothing I can do? Is there no chance it will eventually feel like our home here...?" he questioned, dusky eyes searching her face.

As their gazes locked, he wondered what the members of the pack would think if they left. Although he wouldn't let it affect his adoration of her, he knew some of the members didn't get on well with his mate. Perhaps they would be relieved to see her run off into the sunset with him. The thought made his lips twitch.