Redhawk Caldera The night is still young

Lasher was a very agreeable sort tonight, though that had always been his way: he'd always accommodated Peregrine's every wish. The dark Alpha mused about this as he slowed and eventually stopped. He motioned for his friend to take a seat facing Lake Rodney in the distance. He could only tell it was there because the moon was reflected in its glassy surface. As soon as Lasher had made himself comfortable, Peregrine plopped down beside him.

There was an energy about Lasher that made Peregrine inwardly muse about force fields. He held his companion's gaze, his lips pressing together as if to ask a question. Instead, he scooted a little closer to Lasher so that their flanks touched. He then leaned to nuzzle the other male's ear and mutter a quiet, "Something's up. What is it?" into his former flame's ear.