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Peregrine practically shit himself at the thought of twelve puppies. Had he and Fox really wanted that many...?! What the fuck were they thinking at the time? He was more than happy with their four, which were exhausting enough. They never would have been able to wrangle three times as many. They would have ended up selling half of them for parts after going insane. Fox wouldn't have a vagina or nipples left after that...

Grimm's voice cut into his weird train of thought, particularly when it ceased. He shook his head lightly, mentally playing back her words before saying, "I can't imagine. But teenagers... I can definitely relate to that. I'm hoping that these three won't be as prone to that if they're raised in a whole and loving home. Wishful thinking again?" He grimaced slightly. "I feel like my first litter wouldn't have ended up so moody and bitter if their mother and I hadn't hit the rocks so hard. And then everything just fell apart from there."

Suddenly realizing Grimm would have no idea who and what he was talking about, he shrugged. "These guys will have two loving, doting parents and an awesome pack of wolves to raise them, so hopefully they don't become a bunch of moody jerks." His lips twitched when his eyes fell to the snoring Wildfire. What was he talking about? Wildfire was less than two weeks and she was already a moody jerk.