Blacktail Deer Plateau broken bones

Peregrine rose before the sun, leaving a sleeping Fox curled in their bed as he headed toward the borders. It was time to hunt down Junior, talk to her and bring her home. He licked his lips as he strode toward the plateau's edge. He felt confident he could locate her but wasn't sure what he would say when he did. As it were, he hadn't overheard the sirens' calls the previous night. They hadn't carried this far north, so he hadn't a clue about his daughter's intentions.

When Junior's voice cut through the morning fog, Peregrine blinked and hastened to the towpath. He stopped at its head, looking down at her. Studying Junior and her body language, he felt a sudden apprehension. He trotted down to meet her, deliberating over whether he would greet her warmly or play the part of stern father.

He only reached a decision when he stopped in front of his daughter. "Osprey Jr., where have you been? I've been worried about you." Although his dusky eyes were flinty, he spoke with genuine care and concern. "What happened? Why did you shout at Fox? Talk to me, Junior, and tell me what's going on." It was said softly, yet his tone left no room for misapprehension; it was a demand, not a request.