Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

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Suddenly, Lasher was simply there, walking at his side like his smaller, slightly faded shadow. Peregrine continued walking for a few moments, musing at the way they fell into step like a pair of well-trained carthorses, then slowed down to a stop. He motioned toward a patch of grass beneath a tall and impossibly straight elm, then took a seat and waited for his companion to make himself comfortable.

"How's your family?" the Alpha inquired. Despite his typical lack of interest in anything outside the caldera, the expression of absorption on Peregrine's dark face was authentic. Mostly, he was wondering about Lasher's unsteady relationship with Deirdre.