Bramblepoint Choke the chicken

He gathered the leftover meat in his mouth and straightened, the weight bearing on his neck. He turned to look at Lasher one last time, blinking, and almost set down the bloodied kill when the man mentioned his daughter by name. Raven had gone to live at the plateau? Something about this bothered him deeply. Rather than drop the dead pig, Peregrine's jaw clenched, tightening his hold.

Of course, he wanted to know of his daughter's current whereabouts, yet it seemed she had already moved on (notably, without returning home). Peregrine had no desire to give Lasher the satisfaction of his worries. And with the only clear memory of Taltos remaining to him the exchange of heated words, he had no personal desire to draw out this surprise encounter either.

While grateful for the other man's life-saving interference, he merely nodded his head and walked.