Bramblepoint Choke the chicken

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He wasn't so beyond reach that he would walk away when beckoned directly. In fact, the instant Lasher shouted his name, he froze and began to turn, mouth still full of bacon. He quirked a brow at the mention of Donnelaith; who the hell was that? Quickly, the man clarified. It was the name of his daughter, who had been attacked. He had killed the assailant. Bottom line: "I understand your actions now."

By now, Taltos had cast his eyes down to the ground in evident remorse. Peregrine slowly lowered his head to drop the remains upon his broad forepaws, quietly studying Lasher. God, he thought, schooling his face to remain blank, karma really is a bitch, isn't it? He was glad, for Donnelaith's sake, at least, that Lasher had turned out to be the worst kind of hypocrite.

Peregrine sighed. "Like I said," he spoke, "when your child's life is at stake, you do not stop to think about who is trying to kill her. You just do what you have to do." He paused, curious despite himself, brow furrowing as he added, "Was it one of your older children?"