Redhawk Caldera native boomerang

Although Fox meant the comment in jest, he couldn't help but think of Pied again. She had been small, with a larger mate, and she'd been injured shortly before falling pregnant. Because of those things, she'd died. Peregrine bit his lip, then caught himself and shoved these negative thoughts aside. Fox would be fine, as would their offspring, when the time came.

"I thought I smelled her around," Peregrine murmured. He wasn't a fan of noncommittal types, yet a lot of his standards had been shaken by the move and he just didn't feel like possibly arguing about it. "Before long, we'll start feeling like an actual pack." His lips twitched faintly.

"I think I'm gonna lie down," he announced a moment later, stretching out right where he stood and slinging his belly to the ground. He rolled onto his side, hiked a leg in the air and simpered, "Would it hurt you a lot to give me a belly rub?" It would be comforting and might help a little bit with the lack of physical intimacy.