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perhaps it was his earlier musings, but lasher forced himself not to smile at the quite phallic tree that peregrine had chosen to sit beneath. arranging himself likewise, he nodded at the dark wolf. "they are well; however, deirdre continues to ignore me and my son has gone off to the south." lasher presumed that casmir had gone to live with saena, but mentioned none of this to the panther - he did not know if peregrine was aware of the pale girl's pack, or its location.

"how fare your own?" he asked gently, though now his mind lingered on his troubled daughter. could he ever mend what had been taken from them? lasher suspected it would be difficult to do so. yet he turned his attention to peregrine -- handsome as he had always been, the devil sat before him, and lasher would be lying if he said he was not sorely tempted in that moment.