Bramblepoint medusa and hemlock

A rumble escaped him when he felt Lasher's teeth combing through his fur. His eyelids fluttered closed, though his head remained upright and he did not sleep. He simply relaxed, letting the April sunlight bake into his dark pelt. Only after a long time did he reopen his eyes, which skirted immediately to his companion's face. He smiled faintly, his skin feeling tight with the sun's heat.

"Oss came by a little while back. It was good to catch up with her," Peregrine murmured, then hummed and asked, "How's Deirdre?"