Bramblepoint medusa and hemlock

Lasher's tentative acceptance earned another snort from Peregrine. A moment later, he dashed away. The swarthy wolf wondered if he was meant to given chase, like the last time. Of course, he couldn't, and Taltos knew that. Peregrine remained where he was, head cocked curiously, and soon enough his "biffle" returned with daffodils blooming from the tip of his muzzle.

"Wow," the black king mused as Lasher decorated them both. "You know how I know you're gay?" He chortled, admiring his decoration and then his friend's, then gave a nod of approval. "We're fine as fuck."