Redtail Rise honey and sulphur

his lips formed a frown -- he did not know what had happened to the daughters of peregrine, but understood why they had become so scattered. they were not to blame; he held the panther solely in thrall for that. murkwater eyes settled on the girl whom he had watched grow since her very small years -- on impulse he reached out, seeking to press his muzzle briefly against her cheek, if she so chose.

"i am sure they are all right. junior is a fierce sort and tytonidae is resourceful. you are the logician." he smiled, even as his mind flitted to the feral pura, the scent of whom he had caught very rarely as of late. lasher was silent then, watching the pale girl with a gentle expression.