Blacktail Deer Plateau turning the world back on itself

I was trying to figure out which foreleg it was that he broke, but I was too lazy to investigate further.

When she looked up at the voice, noting the hulking black figure above her, she had thought it was Haunter, back from the dead. But she did not believe in such things, as much as she wanted to, and she knew it was Peregrine after only a few moments of pause.

Maybe, maybe if Haunter had been there when she had gone to The Sunspire, Magpie and Leaf would be safe and sound. But they were not. Maybe if he had just held on a few more days, he could have died a noble death, fighting for the firecracker he had cared so much for. But he had not.

“I fucked up,” she rasped, admitting her folly. “I let them get stolen, and then I let him die.” Fox licked her lips, trying to muster the courage to say what needed to be said. “I can’t bring him back, but… but I think I can save them.” She did not know, did not care, that she was probably just muttering nonsense to him.