lasher steadied himself beneath peregrine's touch, his breath coming somewhat easier despite the turmoil that brooded within. the devil spoke of his father, and taltos nodded — it was a rare thing indeed to find a wolf who could gaze with aptitude upon the skies. where i am from, this happened once before. i feared it, but those around me did not. they were druids who danced beneath the changing skies. no harm befell them, for they believed it heralded the birth of a god.
the murkwater gaze drifted to peregrine's face; lasher sidled alongside the other, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the panther beneath the odd colour of the heavens. he himself did not know what to make of it, but he would do whatever peregrine decided. though he had relaxed whilst in contact with the devil, a strange electricity had come over him, an invisible current that leapt roundabout them and charged the air with its potential.