Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

lasher grinned. "all strong names. and quite interesting." ferret certainly intrigued the man as a name for a wolf, and though he knew he would not be there to see it, he wondered what sort of creature such a named beast might become. the bow of his lips faded at the wan curl that touched peregrine's own; his ears folded against his skull briefly, and, if peregrine allowed it, taltos sought to nudge his shoulder very momentarily. 

it was in the next second that he met the gaze of his once-lover and saw there an emotion he did not think he would behold again. yet lasher told himself that it was fleeting -- despite the answer of yes deep within his breast, a wordless want that filled his features -- he pulled his eyes aside after a long moment and moved onward, heated by peregrine's stare and yet unknowing if it was wise to begin again.