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The Alpha male returned from the successful hunt with a dismembered leg and meaty haunch clasped in his powerful jaws. He dropped the hunk of meat just outside the den, then ducked inside to check on Fox and the pups. Now that their eyes were open, they seemed less like mobile potatoes and more like miniature wolves. It seemed impossible but he loved them even more than before. The fact that Wildfire seemed to have quieted down significantly since finding her eyes—such a crazy shade of gold!—was also a massive relief for both parents.

"I'll be back soon," Peregrine promised, kissing his mate's and children's heads, then exiting the den. He hopped over the deer leg and trotted swiftly down the mountain. He hadn't done a real patrol in a while, just like he hadn't led a pack hunt in weeks until this morning. It felt good to start getting back to the daily rhythm, even though it was still hard to be away from his pups. In a few more weeks, they would begin eating meat and be able to leave the den, so he would be able to babysit in Fox's stead.

For now, he was the only mobile Alpha. Elwood and Finley had done a bang-up job of running the pack in their stead these past couple of weeks and as Peregrine roamed the borders, he tried to think of a way to thank them. There was the obvious choice: give them breeding permission. But were they even mates? Did they even want kids? He would have to wheedle this information out of his trusty Beta pair sometime in the near future.