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The news about Ferret wasn't particularly surprising. He was the most peculiar (and the most ornery) of all the children she and Peregrine had together. He pretended to talk to squirrels, bit her nose, and apparently thought locust swarms were amusing. She was glad to hear they'd found shelter during the insect apocalypse—the same shelter they'd used during the tornado... however long ago that was. Fox vaguely recalled that being roughly around their first litter was this age, but she didn't remember any more than that.

It was awkward to walk right beside somebody she couldn't see, but Fox supposed there wasn't much else she could do. She still felt woozy, but being home definitely helped. Drinking water would help even more, and eating even more than that.

"I holed up in a cave with some smartass from Moonspear. He's the one who told me Wildfire wasn't there anymore." Fox craned her neck awkwardly to the right look at Peregrine as they continued walking, but doing so made her stumble, so she straightened back out after a near-fall. "How the fuck do you do this?" she asked, only now remembering that Perry had only one good eye. His looked completely normal, but she knew he couldn't see a thing out of it.