<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Of course I do," Natasha agreed easily.  She unfolded herself from the chair with elegant grace and pecked Peter on the forehead again.  "Do not let the social worker intimidate you," she said seriously, meeting his eyes.  "They are like wolves -- they sense fear."  She slid a hand down his hair, squeezing the back of his neck.  "But like wolves, they respect a strong pack with good alpha leadership.  Be a good wolf boy," she cautioned, some amusement in her eyes, "and Tony will do his top dog thing, and you'll be ours for good."<br/>
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"How come he gets to be a wolf, and I'm just a dog?" Tony protested.  "And hold up, he's mine, you can't have him.  No stealing my baby spider."  It was obvious he was joking -- he had no problem sharing Peter's affections.  The kid had plenty to go around.  "You want one, you go hunt down your own genetically modified recklessly brave beautiful brained teenager."</span></span>