Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

The swarthy wolf blinked in genuine surprise. "I never expected them to," he assured Lasher, squinting a little. "I hadn't even really thought about the possibility." Suddenly, though, he found himself hoping Osprey would wander this way someday. He dearly missed her and would love to catch up with the original (and fraternal) love of his life.

He wondered at Blue Willow's so-called reticence. Their last encounter had been a friendly enough one near the plateau, though he supposed she could still be angry with him about Junior. It just seemed strange that such a sweet spirit could hold a grudge so long, when even Lasher had found it in himself to forgive Peregrine. Had the situation with Deirdre not also give her more perspective, as it had done her partner?

"I've actually made my peace with that, though: knowing I may never see some of my loved ones again. But I can still... appreciate them, from afar." He shrugged. "I don't know that I believe in an afterlife but maybe when we're all dead, we can make our peace and frolic in a giant field in the sky together," Peregrine joked very wryly.