The Sentinels cemetery and sundown

Taltos made no reply to the possibility, instead mentioning the sea which might help sustain his own pack in the meantime. Peregrine bobbed his head, hoping that they would find enough food to keep them in decent health until the herds returned. And he knew they would. The hunter recognized the signs of regrowth that would surely lure them back this way. It would take some time but it would happen. They all needed to just hang on until then.

They arrived at the borders. Peregrine only recognized them as his escort's scent began to fade from around them. He slowed, then stopped, arching into Lasher's touch with a thin smile. "Would you call Deirdre and the others?" he asked, then realized, "Unless you'd like to spend a few more minutes with just us." He wasn't opposed to that. "But I promise this isn't the end, Taltos. You'll see me again." He bumped his dark muzzle beneath Lasher's chin, commanding their gazes to meet.