Great Bear Wilderness i believe in the things that i am afraid to say.

Aside from the healing gashes on his shoulders, everything was pretty much perfect in Peregrine's world. He rarely strayed far from Fox these days, in part because of his injuries but mostly because she was getting close to giving birth. He liked lying with her, feeling their puppies move and helping her with whatever she needed (read: lickin' her nips). The pack could wait and take care of itself for now.

Or, you know, not. Little did he know that everything was actually falling apart when he wasn't looking. Between Finley, Elwood, Somnia and Grimm, the caldera was like a scene right out of Days of Our Lives. His little tiff with Fox paled in comparison (although thank goodness that had blown over completely) to the drama drumming up in Peregrine's home, just in time for the birth of his children.

Unaware that he was about to walk into a tornado of melodrama, Peregrine padded slowly toward the familiar silver figure lying on the lake shore just beyond the caldera's realm. His shoulders were bothering him a bit, so he considered the idea of wading into the chilly waters to help soothe them. But as he sidled up beside Finley and stood over her, he sensed something more pressing than the twinges in his torn flesh.

He knew Finley wasn't one for heavy emotions, so asking her directly would probably not get him anywhere. Instead, Peregrine took a lighter approach. "Oh my god," he drawled, noting her long face, "if I squint, you look just like Eeyore."