Blacktail Deer Plateau It's wild like the river, it's warm like the sun

The way Atticus rushed to reassure him, to smooth out this strange wrinkle between them, made Peregrine want to gather his brother up in his arms and squeeze him until his eyeballs popped out of their sockets. The urge to just drop Hawkeye and never look back washed through him again and he felt like he could—and would—do absolutely anything for his brother, for either of his brothers. When Atticus continued to feign camaraderie in an effort to lighten the situation, it made Peregrine feel almost goofy with affection... then, a moment later, incredibly guilty when he realized it still wasn't enough to make him give up Hawkeye.

"Atticus Romulus Aer DiSarinno... you are a way better brother than this douchecanoe deserves." He didn't have arms, yet Peregrine stepped closer to Atticus and wrapped his neck around the other male's. He couldn't bring himself to denounce his new sweetheart, so instead he said, "Forget about girls. You're so ridiculously, selflessly awesome that I've gone gay for you, Atti." The swarthy Gamma grinned dopily, then slung a foreleg about his litter mate's neck and planted a gigantic kiss on his cheek.