Redhawk Caldera Good things about procrastination

In the middle of Perry talking about his dead brother, Somnia should be like, "TAG YOU'RE IT, SUCKA!"

"He was my brother. He's dead," Peregrine began. He couldn't be certain of that, of course, but he felt in his bones that it was true. Like a tired old dog, the permanently damaged wolf had sought solitude in his last moments, or so Peregrine imagined. "He was my Beta back at the plateau, as well as my best friend, Blue Willow's, betrothed. Then he took a nasty fall. He went into a sort of catatonic state. We cared for him and, miraculously, he came around. The story doesn't have a happy ending, though. He vanished one day and we never heard from him again.

I'll always miss him. He was a dude's dude and we always gave each other shit, which is why I think it'd be funny to name a little girl after him," the swarthy Alpha continued, snickering despite the sad subject. "We weren't as close as Osprey and I are, yet I loved him and I want to honor his memory, like I did hers with Osprey Jr." He didn't even bother mentioning Crete. His mute brother was dead to him, and in an entirely different way than Atticus.