Firefly Glen The more I see I understand

She skittishly looked to each side of herself and shifted her weight on small, black paws while Charon warned his kids to pipe down, presumably, and behave themselves. Maybe they were just kids being kids after all, although she couldn’t shake the foreboding image of the menacing “little” triplets giving chase, getting carried away, becoming far too pleased with themselves, and bringing her down for the slaughter. Maybe she was getting just a little carried away herself, though, because even Sassafras had felt the tension of their surroundings sag. It was only that she was hesitant to believe in it.
 
The trio of dark shadows fell into silence about their father’s feet as he unexpectedly explained his contempt for her former Alpha. She came up with Peregrine’s defense each time a new point was raised, but in the end… she’d never known Peregrine well, which allowed her a twinge of sympathy for Charon even if she would never be able to verify his story. Defending a ghost to her death was harder to justify than her outburst at Charon’s words when Peregrine had still been alive.
 
“Peregrine’s dead,” she said flatly after a long pause of consideration. She wasn’t sure why, but saying it aloud seemed to make her grief easier to deal with, and Charon was the first wolf she’d actually said the words to. Said words only left her mouth because she was willing to exchange honesty for what she thought was probably the truth, or at least some likeness of perception, but she still set her jaw in anticipation of Charon’s reaction to the information. There was no way he wouldn’t figure it out.