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He nodded to acknowledge her remarks about the pack. They were small but mighty — quality over quantity. The reminder about their pups made his heart skip a beat. That day would come before they knew it. Peregrine sniffed the air without thinking, as if testing it for pheromones. Nada, though he still closed in on his wife, burying his muzzle in her plush red ruff as she told him they could name their offspring right away.

His lips, hidden by her fur, twitched. "Oh, yeah?" he rumbled rhetorically, swinging his body to press his flank against hers. He withdrew slightly, then began preening the baby soft fur around the base of her ears. "Got anymore names in mind? I was liking Wildfire for a second but now I'm leaning toward Firebird instead. Maybe for our firstborn?" he quipped lightly.

"Any chance you're well enough to practice the baby-making?" he added in the next breath, pressing a wolfish kiss to the side of her muzzle.