Blacktail Deer Plateau retrospective

Neither of them came closer to him, perhaps made uneasy by his behavior. Only when Blue Willow's soft voice inquired of him did he reopen his eyes and say, "I found Atticus." The way he said it implied bad news, very bad news. "He's badly hurt, Willow. Not so much physically. He's..." Peregrine tried to think of a way to explain his brother's eerie, mindless catatonia. "He's awake but totally unresponsive. There are no lights on upstairs." He just barely stifled an anguished whine.

"I can take you to see him," he said after taking a breath, now glancing once more between the two she-wolves. "But what's going on? Why did you call me here? Is something the matter? Fox?" His gaze locked on his mate's pretty face, sensing some untold story behind her soft gray eyes. His nerves were already raw. Peregrine felt himself becoming entirely frayed by the day's events.