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lasher had not expected to take the scent of his lover so close to his borders. deirdre worried him, for she had gone off to wander. she was young, but precocious -- he worried all the same, and patrolled daily to watch for her return. blue willow had not returned, which caused the druid no small amount of pain -- he blamed himself for his mate's disappearance.

perhaps he had not shown himself to be strong -- but lasher was distracted from these dismal thoughts by the smell that clung to peregrine's coat. it was not yet time for their meeting. why had he come? the man lengthened his stride and soon came upon a trio of wolves: worried deirdre, lucani, seemingly more hale than she had been for a time, and the panther himself, looking decidedly sickly.

"what has happened!" he exclaimed, sweeping close to offer his shoulder as a support to the redhawk wolf. the odd-looking thing upon the ground smelled of water; he glanced almost helplessly to deirdre, then lucani, questioning in his gaze.