Big Salmon Lake Blood stutter

peregrine's words were unexpected -- lasher drew in his breath. an explanation was quite welcome, but a worm of dread inched its way into his belly. stiffly, he forced himself to approach the caldera male, hackles bristling somewhat with apprehension.

when he had moved closer, taltos paused. gaze flickered over the well-loved features of his former love, presently loved if the earthen servant was truthful. stress and age had harried the man's face -- lasher worried for him.

but he was silent. waiting.