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Whip pulled away, which only ripped Fox's heart out further from her chest. Gannet was not far behind, and she attempted the same comforting gestures on him, pressing her body against his in hopes that he would return the sentiment. She could only hope that Whip wouldn't revert to his old, self-harming ways. The children would clearly have a hard time getting over this, especially after the loss of their two brothers. Nothing about this year had been easy on them.

Elwood moved toward the grave, and Fox could barely stand to watch. There wasn't much left to be done with it. Maybe ten... fifteen minutes of digging, followed by dragging the lifeless shell of what was Peregrine into the ground and covering him with earth. His final resting place.

Trick said her name, and it sounded distant as he suggested they close his eyes. "Trick, no," she commanded, stepping between Trick and her former mate's body. It wasn't anything against Trick, but she didn't know him well enough to trust him. This was a decidedly personal matter, and while he was welcome to stay and grieve, she would not allow him to participate. That was reserved for his family and closest friends.