Bramblepoint medusa and hemlock

for lasher, intimacy was not wedded to release so much as love. the expression of a deep affection. had he known the thoughts in peregrine's mind, he would have smiled, but as it was, he merely met the studying eyes of his once-lover with a calm gaze, welcoming the scrutiny that stemmed from a secret place deep within the black wolf.

for a moment he thought of breaking the quietude with a joke or a jest, but the words that flowed to his tongue were neither of these. "i shall be here for you always," came the druid's quiet murmur, holding the gaze of the panther with whom he was enjoying a new sort of bond.