Blacktail Deer Plateau [j] the night's watch

Crete hadn’t been hating himself to get Peregrine’s comfort, but the touch of Peregrine’s nose, albeit cold and wet as it was, against his cheek was comforting all the same. Lips parted in a push of breath that would have been a whine, if Crete had been able to make vocal noises. ‘Thank you.’ It was times like these that Crete wished feverishly that he could speak - that he could speak what Peregrine’s presence meant to him. Crete did not like being dependent upon his siblings, but in that moment it was, indeed, comforting to know that he had found Peregrine and that the Gods had seen to reunite the brothers. Nothing was ideal about their situation, but there had to be a silver lining somewhere. Despite that being exiled from their home was possibly one of the worst things to ever happen, only second to Aether’s passing, Crete couldn’t help but feel at ease with the distance between Tyrannus and himself. He had never expected the scarred Gladiator to become so possessive and territorial over something that - though Crete could hardly speak for Peregrine (both literally and figuratively) - he had never wanted, could never have, anyway. Crete had never been groomed for any sort of leadership position, simply because what use could a mute be in leadership? That was what Crete's mind kept cycling back too, as if on repeat, as to Tyrannus' ulterior motives for exiling the brothers, but in regards to Crete it didn't exactly make sense.

Crete eyed Peregrine thoughtfully, considering his littermate’s line of thinking, unable to help but agree with the inky male. Though Osprey would probably be safe from Tyrannus’ more maniacal schemes, it would make him feel better (and Crete had little doubt it would make Perry feel better too) if Osprey got the hell out of Dodge, preferably before Tyrannus decided to turn upon the fairer sex of their siblings. ‘I’m sure she will,’ If Atticus was close on their tail, or even if he wasn’t, if Osprey had left soon after, Crete’s scent would be, probably, just enough to follow if she didn’t decide to go a different way. Crete nudged Peregrine’s shoulder as his brother paced past him, figuring it was his turn to return the reassurance and comfort. Osprey was smart and would do just fine without them if she decided to go her own way; and if she had decided to follow them, there was no doubt she would find them.

Peregrine promptly stopped pacing to stand beside Crete, who found his brother’s confidence that this Hawkeye, the Alpha of Black Deer Plateau, as Peregrine had called the pack, would accept Crete more than a little overstated. While Crete was certainly not useless by any means of the word - in fact he was determined, as he had been ever since he was a growing child - to be anything but useless. However, while Crete trusted Peregrine to be his voice, he gave his brother a long look, before he gave a slight shrug of his shoulders, barely lifting them as Peregrine called for his alpha.

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