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His leg was feeling better these days, though it was a cold comfort considering the fate of his pack—its very survival—currently hung in the balance. Although Peregrine had formally hung up his hunting spurs (instead choosing to pursue a career in mentoring), he lately spent most days tirelessly tracking and hunting. His batting average tanked day by day. He was barely bringing home enough bacon to keep the kids fed, much less Fox and himself. The Alpha was pretty sure he was going to break sooner than later and insist they move on somewhere else. This ugly piece of land wasn't worth their lives, especially not the children's, born and unborn.

For the moment, he tried not to think of anything besides locating something live to capture and kill. His quest for meat took him to the barren and stripped forest adjacent to his home base. He truly did not even think of Lasher as he roved hungrily among the naked trees, at least not until his companion's familiar scent poured into his nose. Although it was crucial he not be waylaid for too long, Peregrine altered his course to cross paths with the seeking Taltos.

"Shit's bad, really bad," was Peregrine's greeting the instant he laid eyes on Lasher's familiar face.