his introduction to dante had gone pleasantly; the handsome creature seemed to have risen swiftly beneath the favor of blue willow and peregrine, and lasher was content to roost beneath him in the plateau's ranks. he continued to stock the caches nearest the rendezvous site, intending each kill specifically for the injured devil.
since the pack meeting, he had not drawn close to peregrine, but now his eyes spotted the familiar form of the lithe panther, reclined in the spread of sycamore shade. from his post across the way, where he had been traveling in search of his own shadowed spot, taltos gave a low chuff and crossed into peregrine's presence, lowering himself swiftly a few feet away as not to keep his head higher than that of the pack's virile patriarch. true to his nature, lasher said nothing, but a brief movement of his tail behind his haunches bespoke his pleasure at seeing the man again.