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Would you care if we faded this? <3

Atticus's words of sympathetic camaraderie twisted the knife currently plunged into Peregrine's heart. It was horrific enough that nobody could find a single trace of his daughter. It was doubly terrible that Peregrine himself couldn't really help them look. He'd done his best but with his busted foot, he was incredibly limited. If not for it, he would've been scouring every inch of Teekon Wilds and the surrounding lands until he found out what happened to Osprey. By the time it healed, all traces of her would be long gone...

Unable to find words anymore, Peregrine noiselessly pressed against his brother. He wanted to let loose and sob his heart out, knowing his brother would never judge him, but the swarthy male found himself unable to produce anything but a sigh so deep it seemed to drag up from the depths of his soul. He clung to Atticus, drawing some meager measure of comfort and warmth from his brother's presence... and even some from Pied's as well. This was perhaps the most peaceful spot on the plateau, even if there was no peace for Peregrine and his broken heart... and might never be again.