Blacktail Deer Plateau Wildfire

Peregrine's absence hadn't gone unnoticed, but Fox had allowed him time with his braindead brother. Eventually, though, she knew that he would break away from his sibling and get back to the same-old, same-old. Not that anything in their lives had ever been anything close to being dull. She had not mentioned her encounter with Lasher, and now that Atticus was "awake," she saw no reason to. Blue Willow and Atticus would get back together, and whether or not they had pups was an entirely different conversation. They wouldn't be bastards. Whether or not they would be born at all... well, that was still up for debate.

“How’s he doing?” Fox asked, approaching Peregrine with all the delicacy that she could muster. Touchy-feelies were not her forte, but she wanted to know if Atticus was all there, partially there, or still just as useless as she had ever known him to be.