Bramblepoint medusa and hemlock

lasher was not moved awake, but came out of his reverie all the same with the brush of peregrine's dark fur against his own. yet he remained muzzy, though he reached out with his slender muzzle to softly preen the fur around his companion's ruff. he meant to formally offer the remainder of the pig to the caldera wolf, but found that words evaded him in this moment,

it was enough that they should share this time, warmed by the glow of the sun, taltos placidly tugging tangles from the proud ebon hackles, besotted with the scent of his panther, for that was what peregrine was, and would ever remain.