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"Do you think of it as a birthright?", Peregrine asked. "Yes," his son responded flatly and without pause. He could not recall ever hearing the word before, but presumed it was a good a fit as any to describe what he was feeling. He had goals, and a plan - for the first time in his life.

Pura shifted his weight, marveling at the unrelenting strength of Peregrine's scent. It was as though his very skin had been set to work manufacturing the skunk's odour. The question about Peregrine's true-born daughters did not receive so prompt a response. Both girls were gone. Pura was privy to the location of Junior, but no-one had seen or heard from Ty in a long time. "They're exploring," he semi-lied. At least it suggested they might both still be alive. In a rare (if somewhat robotic) show of compassion, he added, "They're fine, don't worry."

He deserved that much. It wasn't Peregrine's fault that a red witch had squirreled him away to her sex mountain.