Emberwood of mice

Kierkegaard mentioned a familiarity with the plateau's name, à la Blue Willow. His friend's name caused an automatic reaction in Peregrine; his lips twitched into a smile. His dusky eyes looked a bit guilty, though. He had left her and Dante in charge back home with no real explanation as to why. It ate at him a little.

"Ah, well, does that mean I should make like a tree and leave?" Peregrine quipped dryly. "I actually should get going. I have two companions to feed before we resume our travels." He paused, regarding the ashy male. "If you ever decide to settle, you should consider the plateau." Peregrine's future there was a giant question mark but he could still try to send worthy wolves in that direction, right?

"Take care," were his parting words and he turned to go, trotting off toward the place where he'd left his lovers dozing. Maybe he would be able to rustle up some grub on the way back.