Bramblepoint medusa and hemlock

He couldn't know that Lasher was thinking the very same thing, yet the description of Emaleth reminded Peregrine of his wayward lookalike too. He hated that Raven had disappeared without so much as a goodbye. Nightjar had recently done the same too, though somehow the latter's departure hadn't really surprised him. Peregrine had hoped that his elder son would embrace his role as a big brother but it had turned out quite the opposite in the end. Such was life.

"Oh, they're a regular batch of rowdy dickbutts," Peregrine replied fondly. "It was Ferret who crippled me. He's thickheaded, literally. He's a little bruiser. The other three aren't quite as salty, though who knows? They're still pretty young." There was plenty of time for them to develop their own personalities. What they had now was just a sneak peek.

"How's everything else in..." Like his daughter's name, the name of Lasher's pack also eluded Peregrine. He smiled sheepishly, hoping Taltos would understand what he was trying to ask.