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"Pah, 'limbo,'" Peregrine replied to that. "That word has such a negative connotation. The two of you are doing your own thang at your own pace. There's no pressure, no rush to label things," the Alpha male assured him, unaware of the inconsistency in his own sentiments. "This is the fun part, where you just enjoy yourselves and go with the flow, wherever it takes you."

He thought back on when he and Fox had sealed the deal formally. It had been such a low-key thing: they had tossed around a few possible titles and Peregrine had asked her to pick the one she liked best. She had chosen to be his mate and, just like that, they were the Redleaf-DiSarinnos. He knew it wouldn't happen exactly that way for Elwood and Finley, though however (and whenever) they formalized their relationship, Peregrine was sure it would be very them.

"Fox was rooting for the two of you since the very beginning," he answered simply, "though you should find her and tell her all about it. She'd love to hear it firsthand. I'm sure she's already milking Finley for the details, though..." he thought aloud, eyes scanning their surroundings. "Probably right this very moment."