Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

to lasher's chagrin, his ministrations were greeted with a visible dying of peregrine's physical desire, and the ebon wolf turned aside from him, offering a weak series of words as excuse. taltos rocked back upon his haunches and gave his former lover an encouraging glance, though his heart thrummed within him with pain. "perhaps i have lost my touch," the druid murmured gently. 

"friends. it is better than enemies, no? much better." perhaps they could not be lovers, but taltos was grateful for their renewed bond, and leant forward to nudge peregrine's hip affectionately.