Blacktail Deer Plateau Professional griefers

To say he was distraught might have been the understatement of the decade. Peregrine couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't sit still. He knew no peace. His limited mobility had frustrated him before; now it was a cruel and unusual form of torture, as he couldn't join the search parties. He felt useless, wretched and as if every single minute took several years to pass. In fact, his sense of time was lost. He was in a personal hell.

He had but one true comfort: the three remaining pups. He stayed as close to them as possible, perhaps even being overbearing at times, and absolutely insisted they all stick together if they left the rendezvous site. Often, he would shadow them, unwilling to let them leave his sight. He couldn't bear the thought of losing one of them too. And watching over them gave him some sort of function, since he was absolutely useless when it came to locating his daughter or (he could barely stand to think of it) her remains.

Another overnight rain shower caused his injured leg to feel stiff, further incapacitating him. He couldn't follow the kids today, so he asked Kisu to keep an eye on them, even if he just skulked in the background. In the meantime, Peregrine sought solace he would never find by slipping slowly through the forest until he reached the plateau's rear wall. He found Pied's grave and flung himself across it, his dusky blue-green eyes rolling unseeingly toward the overcast sky.