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Whip liked to stay close to his father's grave. For some reason, unbeknownst to Whip, it gave him comfort to linger near the loosely packed plot earth that covered Peregrine's corpse. He liked to think that his dad was still with him -- and truthfully, he was. He was a short distance away, rotting a few feet under the ground. And Whip would stay on guard like a silent sentinel, protecting his father's memory in any way that he could.

When he heard a noise near the grave, Whip stirred from where he lay. A short distance away, he found Raven standing over the grave. Whip then looked down and saw her offering of flowers. "Those are nice," he said. "I think -- I think he would have liked them."