Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

Taltos agreed to the timetable, leaving Peregrine to look upward and squint at the sky for no particular reason as he said, "Well." He paused, licked his lips, then dropped his gaze. "I'll see you at the end of April then. Here?" He waited for a nod of assent, then murmured, "See you then. Take care."

He brushed past Lasher, offering a parting nip to the peak of one ocher shoulder blade, before slipping into the trees back in the direction of his home and family.