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Watching Peregrine's delight only made Fox shine even more. Even when he planted a rather stinky kiss on her cheek, Fox barely noticed the smell. Flipping back right-side up, she wrinkled her nose. But, truth be told, she wasn't as appalled by it. In fact, no matter what Peregrine smelled like, she was pretty sure she'd still want to stick by him. "I've rolled in worse," she said with a sheepish grin. Fox had spent far too much of her childhood rolling in dead and rotting things. Her own parents had spent countless hours cleaning off the filth, only for Fox to undo all their hard work hours later.

Taking a step back, Fox gave Peregrine a wistful glance. "I can't believe we have to wait so long to meet them." She wanted to see them right now, even if they were no bigger than beans. Tiny, tiny beans. She'd spent so much time daydreaming about this moment, it felt so surreal now that it was actually happening. "We're actually doing it, Perry. And we're gonna be awesome." With that, she pressed herself right into his stink-covered fur, caring little about the stench right then.