Redhawk Caldera Killed the lord, left for the new world

Fox was glad that he had made amends with Lasher (or at least he had attempted to). While she cared little for the way Lasher was now choosing to live his life with Blue Willow, it was out of character for Peregrine to treat him like he had. Fox was supposed to be the bad cop, and Peregrine the good one. Their balance had been turned right around the day that Lasher had come to tell them of Finley's whereabouts, and it had not been good. He also gave her another apology, and she glanced at him, acknowledging it with a nod and a slow blink. He needn't apologize more, if only because he was already back and doing his part once again.

“Uh,” she replied hazily to his question, “Definitely when there’s snow on the ground, since I remember it was just beginning to melt around the time of my first memories.” For all she knew, it was in a few days. She could count the moons, but beyond that, she was helpless. Weeks and dates were a human invention that she had never learned, but she knew that the sun rose each morning, and the moon went from full to new to full again in roughly thirty days. The year was approximately twelve moon cycles, and then there were four seasons: winter, spring, summer, and fall.