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He smiled lopsidedly when Fox laughed, then pointed out that Finley didn't seem the motherly sort. "Fox? A mother?" he mocked her affectionately, curling his foreleg to bump the knuckle of his paw against her cheek. "Both of you would—will, in your case—be great mothers because you're so crazy and fierce."

Peregrine bobbed his head a bit more soberly and agreed that, "I don't want anyone else breeding until our pups are at least juveniles." He met her eyes, wondering if that seemed like a fair timeline. "I can imagine us permitting Finley and Elwood, if they do end up together. Som and Ashton... I don't know. Maybe." But a lot could and would change before then, so he didn't bother mulling about it too much.

"You're right," he told her, picking up on Fox's hint. "Flightless Falcons was all about fealty. Being ousted by my own brother was a punch right in the guts. Thinking back on it, it's sort of strange how we all stuck around after we grew up. I feel like I didn't have any ambitions until Tyrannus cut me loose." He hummed thoughtfully under his breath. "And I agree that sometimes we all make too big a deal out of wolves leaving. I guess, as long as they don't vanish into thin air, I can't hold it against them... if all they're trying to do is what's best for them. I followed my heart, it would be hypocritical to judge others for doing the same," he finished, nuzzling his mate's temple.