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She saw him coming and prostrated herself, which had no apparent effect on Peregrine. He kept coming, though he slowed when he saw, then heard, Fox approaching too. She called out to Magpie, her tone one of concern. He didn't hold it against her. Fox was tapping into her motherly instincts by now and, on top of that, she felt indebted to this youth. But he certainly didn't.

Fox reached the yearling just before he did. He drew up behind his petite mate, his neck stiff, his ears thrust forward and his tail arched. He did not wish to harm Magpie, though it was painfully clear that he wasn't happy to see her. He didn't even want to interfere with the reunion taking place, though there was one thing he wanted to say before he retreated and let the two talk.

"You aren't welcome here." As he spoke, he looked at her peace offering and then promptly ignored it. Fox was welcome to it. "There's no room for you." Peregrine nudged Fox, certain that she would not undermine him. It wasn't even necessarily personal (though for him, it was) because there literally wasn't any space for a more eligible wolf, much less someone who'd already run out on them.

The Alpha male then turned and padded away from them, though he didn't entirely leave the scene. He chose a spot about two hundred yards nearer to the mount, then folded his haunches. He kept a watchful eye and ear on his wife and their former charge, though Peregrine had said all he had to say and did not wish to participate in the conversation any further.