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Well, she supposed there was that, but Fox had seen so many wolves filter in and out of her life at this point, she felt like none of them were permanent. Except, of course, Peregrine. They were bound for life, and nothing would keep him away from her. If she had to cross a thousand rivers of lava, Fox would do it to get back to him. Maybe it was cheesy, but she really did feel that way about him. Besides, who was she to hold back somebody who clearly had the capability to lead a pack?

"You and your names," she laughed, "You know I won't name them 'till I see them." And she meant it. They couldn't even be felt through the layers of muscle and fat, and Perry insisted on giving them a title. She had a feeling he'd been planning all of their names right from the get-go. "I think you talked about naming one after your brother, yeah?" If Peregrine wanted to name them right here and now, he was going to be on his own. Fox intended to call them exactly what they looked like.