Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

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Lasher emerged, equally resplendent with little burs clinging to his seal coat. Peregrine laughed and bobbed his head, agreeing to his companion's terms. He waited for Taltos to step up to him before arranging himself to return the favor. They worked in silence for a while, a pleasurable give and take. Peregrine combed his teeth carefully through the other's pelt, trying his damnedest not to tug on Lasher's skin. Soon there was a heap of prickled balls at their feet.

A sudden shiver passed through him at Lasher's delicate touch and he pulled away, abruptly overly sensitive to the ticklish sensation. "Thanks," he murmured, touching his muzzle to his friend's snout. "I think I have to go now," he breathed, the slight reluctance coming through in his tone.