Bramblepoint Choke the chicken

peregrine spoke with a shine to his eyes that had not been there previously -- lasher was emboldened by the other's strong words, and smiled fervently through it, though his gaze found the earth as if to ground himself from time to time. he too moved his paws against the ground, sunwarmed above though cold lingered just below its surface. "this is true." 

he glanced to the pig, nodding. peregrine had always been a man of responsibility. it was a characteristic that lasher had treasured since he had met the sable man. "of course," he murmured, but made no move to pull aside -- not yet. 

"is there a chance that we could speak again, perhaps another time?" the druid asked gently, unable to keep a note of hope from his voice.