Blacktail Deer Plateau Grief plagues us all

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Peregrine couldn't manage any words, yet he drew back slightly and looked into Blue Willow's face, trying to convey to her that he appreciated her presence, even if there was nothing either of them could really do. He then touched the side of her neck with his nose and lingered there for a moment or two before exhaling.

"I'm going to get some rest," he said in a husky voice, dropping to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He felt totally spent. Whether or not he would actually get any shuteye was debatable. But he had no will or energy to do anything but lay here and try not to let his dark thoughts consume him.