Bramblepoint Choke the chicken

His black ears flicked, picking up on that hopeful note in Lasher's familiar, lilting voice. He paused a moment, as if considering, then Peregrine said, "You know me: I don't make much time for outsiders." He let those words dangle between them a moment, then his lips curved into a faint smirk. "But I guess I can make an exception, though only if you promise not to curse me to a lonely death again." He chuckled briefly and darkly.

"When and where?" he asked next, voice curt but not unkind as he scooped the pig's body toward him in preparation to lift it once more and be on his way.