Redhawk Caldera The night is still young

he thought little of fox these days; lasher had merely presumed that peregrine wanted no further interlude between them, and that it was for the best. the panther's toothed nip to his jawline caused a flush to simmer beneath his dark fur, and at length he reached out to do the same to his companion, pressing his lips for a brief second to peregrine's cheek. 

the long legs of his dark companion blurred, and lasher's with them; he broke simultaneously into a run that kept him at a steady pace alongside peregrine, shoulders moving in tandem, their bodies dancing once more beneath the kiss of wind and the dome of night sky, with only the stars as witness to the affectionate ballet.