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Wolves surrounded him, talking to one another, and Peregrine dimly observed that he could be killed at any moment and he wouldn't be able to stop them. Fortunately for him, they discussed ways to tend to him rather than ways to dispatch him. He lolled there on the ground, groaning under his breath every minute or so, his cheek eventually coming to rest on one of Lasher's forepaws. He let his eyes stay closed as they conversed, making no effort to keep up with the conversation. He trusted Taltos and so he trusted his wolves, particularly that precocious daughter of his.

"Deirdre helped," Peregrine supplied (thank you, Captain Obvious) before adding, "M'head hurts. Fuck." He then fell quiet again, deciding to remain still and silent unless something was asked of him. There was no escaping the pressure in his head, yet remaining motionless seemed to be his best bet.