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“Enough for you, me, and at least a dozen little ones, just like we planned,” Fox jested, poking his shoulder with her nose. “It should be your call, too, though,” she added, “considering you’ll be waiting on me day and night until they’re ready to come out. I want to make sure everything is perfect.” And that meant making Peregrine happy as well as herself. “Let’s go see the next one!” she chirped, nudging his hip and prancing toward destination number two. It wasn't too terribly far from their current location, and they arrived within ten minutes or so.

This particular one was more a crevice than the last one, made of stones that looked as if they'd been stacked on top of one another. It was less stuffy, Fox thought, though still not her favorite of all the ones she'd found. There were ferns near the entrance, giving it a bit of a prehistoric feel, and she glanced expectantly back at Peregrine once more. Even though he said it was up to her, she still wanted his opinion.