Bramblepoint medusa and hemlock

lasher laughed as peregrine spoke, enjoying the panther's ribald and fond way of referring to his children. ferret -- he still could not imagine how even an imp of a child had fractured his father's leg, but perhaps it was because he had been given daughters, and his sons were grown. "they take after you, perhaps. strong. stubborn." handsome, he wished to add, but instead let the word dissipate into the glint of his eyes. 

"donnelaith. we are well -- the pack is quiet for now. perhaps we shall have more children the following year. i enjoy it this way -- the smaller groupings, for we are tightly knit." he paused. "how is the caldera?"