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Finley arrived promptly, and Fox wasn't sure whether to be glad or upset by this. Somehow, prolonging each part of the process felt better than everything coming together right away. Fox felt Peregrine step beside her then, the warmth of his shoulder and the limp pup in his maw. “Watch the others,” was the only thing Fox could bring herself to say to Finley. She gave a long, forlorn look to her friend, then nudged Peregrine's shoulder with her own cold, wet nose.

She strode forward, each step a little bit harder than the last, until they'd come to a clearing. Fox wasn't sure if she'd been here before. With her memory, that wasn't terribly surprising. In any case, it was a pleasant little nook, and one where they might uphold the boy's memory. What little of it there was. “Here,” she said softly to Peregrine and set to digging. It wouldn't take long, given his size.