Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

he was spotted!! lasher turned and attempted to lunge away, but peregrine caught him with the pointed strike of a well-honed hunter, teeth clipping painlessly into his fur. an answering laugh spilled from the druid and he whirled to nip along the devil's jet cheek. "good hunting!" he cried, eyes alight with the joy of it all and the contentment he had simply being near the charismatic redhawk.