Blacktail Deer Plateau [j] the night's watch

He read his brother's answer with perfect clarity but he couldn't stop himself from repeating it aloud. "You don't know?" His brow furrowed incredulously. He experienced an urge to lash out at Crete but he swallowed the growl bubbling deep in his throat. He couldn't blame Crete for not keeping track of Osprey, especially during this time of total upheaval. Well, he could but it wouldn't serve any purpose aside from alienating the one wolf that mattered most to him in the general vicinity.

"What about Atticus? If he got rid of you, he got rid of Att," Peregrine commented, his eyes glancing past Crete's shoulder as if expecting to see his lookalike lingering somewhere back there. He saw nothing and no one, so his gaze returned to Crete's face, the better to read it. "He's going to single-handedly fuck the falcons over. Dad's probably rolling in his grave and I can't imagine what Mo thinks." Their mother was officially decrepit at this point, so there wasn't much she could do, but surely she wouldn't stand for Tyrannus ruining her legacy?

Grunting in frustration, Peregrine began to work off his negative energy by pacing to and fro in front of Crete, his tail flicking. "Tyrannus really has gone off the deep end," he remarked, having read his brother's silent comment with uncanny accuracy. He paused and met his brother's gaze. "Well, let's hope karma comes around and fucks him in the ass," the Sigma said acerbically, feeling relief at sharing company with someone who understood his bitter anger.