Bramblepoint Choke the chicken

"i was going to visit wildfire," lasher revealed, equally unsure of what to do in this situation. "but i continued on." he did not yet know if peregrine was aware that the plateau wolves had relocated, and saw no reason to inform the dark wolf of such. lapsing into silence, the druid met the hard emerald gems set in peregrine's face --  he saw strain there, age. perhaps the man carried with him the scent of his new litter, but lasher was disinclined to take the other's scent.

"i do not regret saving you, peregrine," taltos rejoined softly, and the words were true. had peregrine died of his own accord -- or perhaps from the glen-man's curses -- in some far off place, lasher would not have cared. but to see the man die before him! to choke! to watch the breath fade from the panther's eyes and assume no help -- taltos could not have done it, and perhaps this was his weakness.