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Phox winced, hoping that nothing horrible had happened to his son. Sometimes it was still difficult for him to believe that Peregrine was his son. So much had happened over the past two years, so much time had been lost. To lose him completely now would be a real punch to the gut, and one Phox was not ready to accept. He barely heard the conversation of the others, so fixated on Peregrine. Phox bent an ear toward his son's nose, listening for the soft sounds of breath.

He's breathing, Phox said, only half-relieved. He didn't know of any medics in Moontide, but he knew two within the moon villages as a whole: Sialuk and @Kukutux. He sent out a call for both, hoping that one or the other (or both) could aid his boy.