Blacktail Deer Plateau Phantoms can't hang

Tagging: @Dante :)

More than two weeks had passed since Peregrine fractured his leg and yet it felt like years to him. At least he was more mobile now. Presently, he moved slowly around the clearing, keeping his broken leg hitched off the ground. His limited mobility frustrated him but the Alpha male was just glad he could stand up and move around at this point.

As he hobbled, he found himself thinking of Pied. His niece had been attacked by an orca a few months prior to her death (which had probably had at least something to do with her passing) and she'd broken a leg. He wished she was here so he could ask her how long it had taken to heal and how she'd coped with her handicap those first few weeks. Though he hadn't been especially close to her, thinking about his poor niece made his heart pinch. It was such a shame that Saēna and Pura would never know their lovely mother.

Suddenly, he wished they were here (they and the other two were out and about at the moment) so he could pull them aside and tell them a bit about their mother. The adults had done their best to mention Pied from time to time but they were just now reaching the age where some of that stuff might actually start to stick. He supposed it would just have to wait 'til later, perhaps when the family reconvened at suppertime.

Meanwhile, he was shuffling past his favorite sycamore when his good forepaw sank into something cold and mushy. Peregrine looked down, his face twisting into a scowl of disgust when he realized he'd stepped in some fresh scat. "Which one of you shitboogers crapped here?!" he muttered to himself, then sat so he could wipe off his paw without toppling to the ground.