Redhawk Caldera The night is still young

idek if this is doable BUT HAVE A LASHER OK

while he loved blue willow, and adored the children they had created, lasher was restless. the nature of his body drove him, and he sought the spirits that walked the earth at night. as if unbidden, the eve drew him inexorably toward the caldera, and he ranged not far from its borders. he had not seen peregrine in some time, nor fox -- they had both been busy with their children, and while he knew the panther had come to visit his sister, taltos had made himself scarce in that time.

the gentle breeze played its darting fingers through the earthen ruff; he breathed deeply of its airy palms and therein was the musk of his former lover, and perhaps onetime friend. murkwater eyes searched the greying  shadows for the familiar dark form, but he saw nothing.

strangely contented, taltos allowed himself a brief linger there, in the shade cast by two pines, touched by the verdant loveliness of the caldera and with peregrine's own scent washing over him. he did not move to seek the redhawk wolf, and presently would take his leave, once he had extended the moment to its limits.