Bramblepoint under pregnant skies she comes alive like miss leviathan

Lasher spoke fondly of Peregrine's nieces and nephew and Peregrine found himself smiling over the names, which he never would have predicted. "I like the middle one the most, obviously," he remarked, returning his companion's wink. He liked the idea of them growing up with Lasher's daughters and he hoped it would come to pass. His stomach curdled as he peered absently past the other wolf's shoulder, their stripped surroundings a constant reminder of the dire situation in which they found themselves.

His jade gaze sharpened when Taltos mentioned someplace with a hint of foliage. "Which mountains? Which direction?" he asked before Lasher's last few words even registered. Then Peregrine backpedaled and blurted, "Wait, what? Return? What do you mean?"