Blacktail Deer Plateau Amalfi

I actually don't remember off the top of my head, haha! We'll go with that.

Peregrine wordlessly followed his sister, casting Atticus a last fond glance before they stepped back out into the fading August light. When Osprey began to yawn and stretch, he did the same without even thinking about it. It felt good to flex his toes in the dirt, stretch the bones in his back and limber his muscles. While his sister spent some time simultaneously gazing at the stars, Peregrine's focus remained relatively earthbound.

Her words surprised him and bothered him a little, if only because the timing of her trip had been so bad and the only reason he'd come to terms with it was because he'd told himself she was looking after their brother. Yet apparently that hadn't come to pass. Peregrine felt a lump in his throat and didn't speak for a few moments, until he was able to swallow it back down.

"Then..." he began, trying to keep any accusation out of his voice, "Where did you go? And why were you gone as long as you were?"