Redhawk Caldera The night is still young

His companion quickly caught up with him and they ran side-by-side around the caldera's perimeter, like the two hands on the face of a clock. The moon and stars came to shine brightly above them and the temperature continued to drop, so that the wind whistling in Peregrine's ears made them ache ever so slightly. But his body remained warm, impervious to the April night's chill.

After a while, he began to slow, then canter along leisurely. This pace would allow for conversation, even though Peregrine sensed the usually eloquent Lasher wasn't particularly in the mood for words tonight. "I'm glad you came," he repeated his earlier sentiment, shooting the other male a breathless smile. "We should do this more often. Get together, I mean. I haven't seen you in months. I know we lead separate lives now and all but, well, I want you to always be part of mine, and me of yours."