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Peregrine sensed it: Hawkeye would be going into season soon. It drove him into a beastly temper. On one hand, he lusted after her, waiting for the moment when he would ravish her for purposes greater even than their pleasure. It was difficult to be patient and bide his time, while his hormones raged. And, on the other, he suddenly didn't trust any other male in the pack to stay away from his mate. Like a jungle cat always ready to pounce, Peregrine prowled around the territory, keeping a watchful eye out for wayward suitors. He couldn't keep track of Hawkeye every single second of every day, though, and it drove him mad.

He took out his frustration on a wayward badger, mauling it to death. Presently, he stood panting over his bloody kill, then savagely tore into it. He ate his fill, then dragged the rest of the carcass to a cache. One leg, however, he ripped free. It dangled from his swarthy muzzle as he marched through the forest, intent to find the Alpha female and present it to her. They would be trying for a family soon and she needed the nourishment. And the leg could be used for a more nefarious purpose: to beat away any males that dared come too close to Peregrine's woman.