lasher heeded peregrine's gesture, and walked somewhat behind the male, away from the place where the children slumbered. eventually gliding to the devil's side, he pursed his lips in contemplation of what was revealed. cutting ties with one's mate was something foreign to him, which was not to say that he had surrounded himself with vastly conservative creatures, but that the witches he followed either did not have mates, preferring instead a swath of consorts, or remained celibate. therefore, he had nothing to say directly toward the knowledge that peregrine had separated from the female who was, presumably, also the mother of his children. or perhaps not so presumably.
i will be pleased to meet them, whenever you decide, he said softly, body loosening from hierarchy-enforced tension; peregrine was friendly enough, though their first meeting had left lasher with little doubt that the jet male would make a savage foe indeed. i am well. i have not yet found a den; i am more used to sleeping in the open, or in caves, he admitted, recalling the mazework of rocky dens upon tartok's mountain. i am sure i will find one before long.
his eyes met those of his leader briefly, perhaps holding them a heartbeat longer than was courteous, smitten as he was by the gems peregrine had turned upon him. and how do you fare? taltos inquired gently, returning his gaze to their path. he doubted that the other would share with him the intricacies of what had happened, and he awaited no sordid details, simply a drop of a tone or a word that would allow him to know what it was peregrine felt in this moment.