Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

Despite his own words, Peregrine couldn't really imagine an afterlife like that, particularly if it included the likes of Junior. Although his seething repugnance at her final actions had simmered over time, he had never been able to forgive her. He didn't think he ever would. But that was fair, considering she had certainly never forgiven him, either, and had gone to the grave with black bitterness in her heart.

Putting those thoughts aside, the black wolf asked, "So, what do friends do, besides catch up? I feel we've done that, so what now?" Because the truth was, he wasn't in a rush to get back home. Yes, Fox and his kids were waiting for him, yet he had carved out this time today and intended to use it. "I have another hour or two before I need to return to the caldera. Maybe a walk or something?"