a bit of a stretch

Peters steps also faltered slightly, his mind not turning dark, but going rather blank, a numb, buzzing void, made more obvious only because of how much normally flowed from him. A part of him had been hoping to move through this without mentioning Zariah, but luck had never really been on his side. I know. She... talked to me as well. That was all he wanted to say on the matter. Peter didn’t even say anything about what he was choosing. As they started on the hunt, his head came back, the hyena following along closely at the badgers heels, shoving his way through brush. The scent came stronger to him as well, and it drove him on, tendrils of excitement working their way out of him. Whatever they were on the trail of was big, judging by the path it had pushed through the woods. And judging by the snap, that came from before them. Do you think that’s it? Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.