Bramblepoint medusa and hemlock

The swarthy wolf smiled but said nothing more, simply enjoying striking a pose for a few moments while simultaneously admiring Lasher's own adornments. He felt a rush of warmth and affection for the other man, even a tiny hint of want. But Peregrine didn't act on it. If that sort of thing redeveloped in time, he would not try to stop it. But this wasn't the right time.

In fact, he knew he should be getting back. Much as he liked to think the four cubs would be fine without parental supervision, he was anxious to check on them. It would take him a long time to get back to the caldera too. Peregrine's lips pursed and he sighed, face momentarily falling before catching Lasher's eye again. His lips twitched back into a simpering smile.

"I'd better get going," he announced reluctantly. "I enjoyed my time here with you and I'm already looking forward to next time," he added, hoping it would soften the blow of his imminent departure.