Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

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His senses tingled and Peregrine slowed, then stopped. He scanned the woods slowly, which took longer than normal considering he could only see out of one eye. Everything had gone quiet, eerily quiet. His hackles prickled as his ears twisted at their roots. He had a feeling Lasher was hidden nearby—in fact, he was no farther than five yards from the stowaway—but aside from the other male's pleasant scent lingering in his nose, there was no other telltale sign of him.