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Somehow, the news that Peregrine was long dead hit her like a sledgehammer to the (already ragged) chest. "No," Wildfire moaned quietly, "no, no, please, no..." She'd just seen him not so long ago. Fox too, when she had come to Sleeping Dragon. The realization that they were no longer among the living kept washing through her, causing her insides to feel aching and empty. "I did—I didn't..." she mumbled to herself, voice hitching as she struggled not to lose control completely. But whatever Wildfire meant to say, it didn't make its way out as she lost that fight.

She slumped to the ground, limp and lost in her grief. For several long moments, she didn't acknowledge Finley's quiet, supportive presence. As if suddenly remembering she was there, the yearling moved to cling to her godmother's feet. She felt miserable and pathetic but she'd just lost both parents in one fell swoop. How could that news not break her? For the moment, she couldn't even register the news about her baby brothers and sisters.