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“I still like Fuzzbutt,” she said with a grin, happy that the mood had gone from sour and depressing to something a little more upbeat. Of course, Fox would prefer to name all of their children after whatever they looked like, so she wouldn't know how to name any of them until they were born and she could actually see them. She was a visual creature. Still, she knew that part of being bonded to Peregrine was the give and take they would both learn to live with.

When he asked if she wanted to practice baby-making, she paused. Her forefoot was definitely back in working condition, though her rib wasn't quite there yet. It still ached, but she knew that other desires were bound to win out over the pain eventually. And why not now? “How could I say no?” she replied, pushing her muzzle under his chin.