Blacktail Deer Plateau Grief plagues us all

Peregrine already knew of his friend's talent for healing but he hadn't realized that it extended to the mind and spirit as well as the body. As she soothed him, he looked at her appreciatively and simply nodded. She was right. He hadn't done anything regrettable, even if the thought had crossed his mind. And as upset and disturbed as he'd felt upon first discovering Pura, reminding himself that he was a simple boy who'd made an honest mistake would hopefully push the entire thing to the back of Peregrine's mind, where he would leave it buried.

Like Osprey. Like Pied, he found himself thinking. The thought was as crushing as it was sudden. Peregrine's face suddenly crumbled and his head dropped so that his muzzle pointed at the ground. He didn't make any noise, yet his eyes overflowed, creating tracks in his dark fur and causing a small puddle to accumulate between his two front feet.