Blacktail Deer Plateau Errors in my bread

As the sky continued to darken, Peregrine should have become more concerned. Instead, he found himself caught up in the quiet electricity passing between himself and Lasher, who stood now at his side. At first, he only glanced sideways, yet soon he found himself turning his head and sliding his swarthy muzzle beneath the other male's chin, rubbing gently. At the same time, his tail waved, gently thumping Lasher's flank with each pass.

Peregrine's breath hitched in his throat when what resembled an overcast day soon became false twilight, then began to turn into the full dark of the deepest midnight. There was no moon to brighten the depth of the darkness, though when Peregrine tipped back his head to study the sky again, he saw a ring of white that lent this preternatural night a modicum of brightness.

Slowly, his eyes trailed back down to earth and when he turned to look at Lasher now, something stole over him. Peregrine growled lightly as her thrust his snout now against the other male's ear and nibbled lightly at its root. His warm breath pulsed against Lasher's earlobe, a bit heavier than normal.