Two Rivers Isle Running up a mountain, chains tied to my feet

Peregrine's mouth fell open in surprise again, this time the less pleasant variety. He blinked, then pursed his lips a moment before replying simply, "Man." He wasn't sure what else to say. If Ezekiel had never known FitzDutiful personally, there was no reason to give condolences. And although he was saddened by the news, it didn't really impact him too much in the end. "I'm glad his pack is still around," he said a little lamely, though the sentiment was genuine.

"Ah, my bad," he added when Ezekiel requested his name, "it's Peregrine, Perry for short. Have you found anything promising?" he wondered next. He hadn't, at least until happening upon this place. "This is the first green I've seen in miles... and weeks." His eyes trailed to the sparse batches of newborn grass at his paws.