Redhawk Caldera The night is still young

He didn't mind it in the least when Lasher cuddled closer to him, leaning his head on Peregrine's shoulder. It felt natural and cozy. The black wolf turned his muzzle to rest it gently atop his companion's head, his eyes staring at the distant lake. His ears quivered when Lasher sighed. He remained silent, and patient.

Lasher's words came as no surprise. "I know. It's the same way for me. But we separated for a reason, right?" Peregrine said gently, pulling back just to hold the other male's gaze again. "Does it not still stand?" he wondered.