The Sentinels What good is a field on a fine summer night

lasher strangely burned beneath his fur at dante's unexpected, albeit humorous, allusion to his prolific status. a little grin curved his lips into a shy bow; he glanced away for a moment, before returning his gaze to dante's own with a faux lift of a coy brow. "i am certain that the pair of you will have no troubles in that regard," he rejoined dryly, though with the same amusement dancing in his eyes.

"of course. may i tell blue willow, or do you believe that better left to osprey?" lasher inquired, aware that the two women were quite close. as it was, the greyscale wolfess would more than likely wish to reveal such news to her companion of her own accord.