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Naturally, the moment Fox let it drop, Peregrine felt guilt sweep through him. He opened his mouth and almost told her to go ahead and ask after all, then he bit down on his own tongue. Seriously, the last thing he wanted to do was risk pressing his buttons when his emotions were already raw.

In a conciliatory tone, he said, "Give it two days, then I'm all ears," and kissed her between her eyes. "Thanks for bearing with me, little foxy foofoo." He rubbed his chin on the bridge of her muzzle like some strange variation of an Eskimo kiss.

"No, actually. Prey's definitely been getting scarcer. That's winter for you, though. Don't worry," he added quickly, dusky jade eyes finding hers, "I'm not going to let this pack starve. I'm going to work on earning my Gamekeeper mastery and make sure everybody's well-fed. You, especially. There's nothin' like a little extra fat to preheat the oven," he joked.