Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

hurr hurr kat

peregrine followed at a modulated pace, and lasher slowed, glancing over his shoulder with a lolling tongue. though he did not immediately think of turning 'round, the druid found the nearest shadows and slipped easily into them, backing between the trees with ears cupped to listen for the panther's pawsteps. the chase had become a seek-and-dispatch, though he had no fear of the devil's teeth 'round his throat.