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Peregrine smirked at Grimm's response. He'd caught her off guard, just like she'd done to him. "Yes," he replied emphatically, pushing the wriggling worm of a child even closer to her. Even though she was being a handful, he suddenly felt like he'd pushed her too far away from him. Peregrine scooted forward a bit, resting a broad black paw gently over the squirming, squealing Wildfire. It muffled her cries slightly.

"She's a bellyacher, all right," the father mused dryly. "I've tried all of the above and then some. She's just... well, a brat," he said. He looked down at her, fondness in his eyes despite everything, then glanced up at Grimm. "I'm thinking that the moment her ears open and she hears her own racket, she'll stop. Wishful thinking?"

After a moment, he removed his paw. Wildfire grunted in response, then finally quieted down a little bit. Peregrine quirked a brow, then jokingly introduced the two. "Grimm, this is Wildfire. Wildfire, meet Grimm. You're welcome to come closer," he added to the socked she-wolf. "The other three are inside. There's another girl and two boys as well. Only the boy, Nightjar, has a name. Fox wants to wait to name the other two."