Bramblepoint Choke the chicken

Lasher gently corrected Peregrine's erroneous assumptions and the black Alpha said nothing, letting him speak. His daughter was understandably shaken and he nodded as if he understood. He did, all too well. Raven had been frightened of him for a while following Junior's execution. Eventually, she had come around, of course, but Peregrine knew that scenario had played into their more distant relationship, in contrast to the one he shared with her brother and sister. She had been scared by what she'd seen and she had unwittingly reminded him of the very daughter he'd slain. They had never been as close as a result. Perhaps it even had to do with her absence now.

"Raven was scared of me after what happened with Junior," he said only a little haltingly, "and I'd tell she'll get over it in time. She probably will, for the most part." The but... lingered silently and he let Lasher draw his own conclusions from that. Hopefully Deirdre would make a complete recovery, though it was possible she would never forget her father's cruelty, even on her behalf.

"They're Blue Willow's?" he found himself asking next, still inexplicably drawn into the simple back-and-forth. He dearly missed his old friend, even if he could barely remember her face nowadays. He would always recall the healer with utmost fondness, even though there had been times (perhaps even now) that she had hated him too.