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Grimm's visit happened to coincide with a particularly loud screaming fit from their resident loudmouth fussbudget. Peregrine took one glance at his careworn mate's face and then clasped his jaws around the infant's midriff, lifting her. He swung around toward the den's mouth and plopped down just inside the entrance, cradling Wildfire in between his crooked forelegs. She had been fed and bathed, so Peregrine didn't know the current source of aggravation for the fiery little pup. He supposed there was none; she was just massively colicky.

But that wouldn't stop him from trying to get her to quiet down. He was so caught up in trying to console Wildfire that it took him several moments to notice Grimm. Peregrine only looked up when a breath of cold wind blew the scent of fresh rabbit into his nose. The Alpha looked up sharply to spot the subordinate standing there. His black ears fanned backward for a moment and he shot her a grumpily possessive look, then he blinked down at Wildfire, who was still screaming and writhing now as well.

"You want her?" Peregrine asked in a dryly humorous tone. Jokingly, he uncrossed his forelegs and used a broad paw to nudge Wildfire toward the door.