Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

lasher allowed a small, mischievous glance to be shot peregrine's way -- surely the panther remembered how they had whiled away the time not so long ago? gathering himself to his paws, he stepped to the side of the caldera leader. "a walk is quite welcome," he murmured gently, prepared to follow peregrine wherever he might lead in this moment. as not to seem so very interested, lasher trained his eyes upon the woodland 'round them; the bright emerald of the grass, the azurite skyline. here and there small animals frolicked -- with a sharp intake of breath, the druid paused and motioned with his muzzle toward the tinier of two small fawns tucked aside in a little glade for their mother's return.

so delicate were they! he marvelled silently at them, pleased to share the moment with peregrine.