Redhawk Caldera The night is still young

the flicker of peregrine's tongue, no matter how chaste the panther meant it, caused a low sound of desire to thrum momentarily in the servant's throat. he stifled it, however -- this moment, this moment did not call for such things. in truth, lasher had given very little thought to what role he wished for peregrine to play in his life. the old hurt still throbbed around the edges of his heart; taltos had not yet relinquished his feelings of abandonment. and yet the affection showed unto him this night by peregrine caused his mind to reel with thoughts of what could be.

very carefully, the beta reached out to return the gesture, his tongue lingering for the briefest moment upon the edge of the dark one's smile. the night grasped hold of him; if he never returned, he was open to whatever their shared love would manifest between them.