Blacktail Deer Plateau Terrors in my head

The two of them shared the rigors of parenthood equally and treated each other with a distant civility, yet barely spoke directly to one another these days. But when Hawkeye raced up to him, Peregrine gazed at his former mate with pure, raw emotion etched into the dark planes of his face. "Hawkeye," he began in a wrenching half-sob, "it's Junior. Her trail disappears into the water." As he looked at her, he saw the panic on her face and, without thinking, reached out to touch the side of her neck with his nose, comforting and drawing comfort at the same time. Only Hawkeye could understand and empathize with the depth of his terror and grief.

Others came: Blue Willow and Lasher ran up to the two stricken parents while Saēna and Pura appeared overhead, keeping vigil. As he looked up at his foster children, Peregrine felt as if some terrible force was knifing right through his heart. Seeing them made him ache horribly for Osprey Jr. He wanted to grasp those two and Tytonidae and never, ever let them out of his sight again. None of them would be allowed near water into the foreseeable future.

"We have to search for her. We can't give up hope. There's the possibility she just washed downstream..." Peregrine heard himself saying, though he felt like he was drifting somewhere far away. Looking into Lasher's eyes gave him something of an anchor and he clung to it desperately. His voice strengthened as he added, "I can't go, so I'll stay here in case she comes home. I'll ask Atticus to help me keep the borders fortified and we'll watch the kids with Amelie's help." His voice wavered, broke. "Every other warm body will be sent out to look for her in shifts. You three go. I'll find Dante, Kisu, Kaskara and Fireblaze and they'll relieve you in the morning."