Wild Berry Meadow sloe-eyed demon

"whatever you may choose, put yourself first," lasher murmured, satisfied that the boy had listened, though he was unsure if his words would be heeded. and yet some part of him wondered if he had said too much, and a brief chagrin flared in his belly. yet he thrust it aside; these things must be said. peregrine could not continue to hurt those around him without consequence, and the bitterness returned, along with the petty desire that the pallid wolf abandon the caldera and seek his own way, leaving the devil behind.

"the plateau is ironically much more familial since peregrine's departure. do not feel unsure of yourself if you step our direction," the druid added with a little smile. "i shall leave you now to your thoughts," he murmured, and moved past the other with a determined step, though he cast one last affable glance behind himself.