Redhawk Caldera native boomerang

Fox's ears flattened when he began asking questions and lamenting about how they had ruined everything. The thick, ugly feeling of guilt crept over her, which was something only Peregrine was capable of doing. At least now, though, Perry was actually talking to her about it. Before, when she had tried to approach the subject, he had merely shut down and refused to say anything on the matter. At least if things were out in the open, they could deal with them.

"Junior looked well," Fox said after a few moments of silence had transpired between them. "I even hinted that she could stay if she wanted to, but she didn't seem interested. The sea-witches didn't work out for her, I guess." She let that sink in for a moment before continuing. "Perry, I don't think anything you've done is beyond repair. Unlike me, you're actually likeable. They're just getting over the shock of it all." Fox wished that it could have gone more smoothly, but there was little they could do about that now.