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When Pan spoke, Peregrine felt a coldness in the pit of his belly. He sensed it might have something to do with him (speaking of narcissism...). But before he could ask, Pan thrust his face into the side of the Alpha's neck. Automatically, Peregrine arched it to accommodate his companion, then gave the white Epsilon's muzzle a gentle lick. He wanted to know what was on Pan's mind, though first he wanted to make sure the other male felt comfortable.

"Can I help?" he asked eventually, swapping licks for nuzzles as he touched his damp nose to the top of Pan's.