Bramblepoint medusa and hemlock

peregrine seemed riotously amused by lasher's confusion, but taltos laughed along with the man at himself, ears cupping forward curiously as the panther set about explaining. "well, indeed we are then, i should say," he chuckled, eyes alight with humour. "i shall be your ... biffle." 

struck by a sudden bit of mischief, the druid turned and dashed into the wood, returning some minutes later with two daffodils, their stems long. "there," he murmured, lying the first o'er peregrine's withers, and turning to place the second over his own. "now we match."