Blacktail Deer Plateau Errors in my bread

As he stepped deeper into the shadows with Lasher, Peregrine glanced over his shoulder, feeling a sharp sense of fear, the fear of being caught and, deeper still, the fear of being judged harshly for the unnatural act in which he was about to participate. Nonetheless, he faced forward and quickened his step, disappearing into the darkness and the dirty deeds that would take place beneath its cover.

A while later, the males relaxed in the grass. Although he secretly wished to sit nearer to Lasher, they maintained a small distance between them. Despite this, their scents (which included Peregrine's distinctive sexual musk) lingered on the air. Presently, the Alpha male was too caught up in the afterglow to care much. He had never, never felt anything as satisfying as his inter-lewd with his ocher cohort.

They hadn't said a word since ducking away. Finally, Peregrine broke the silence by saying only a quiet, "Damn." He glanced slyly at Lasher, prepared to say something else, then tipped his head skyward as the day began to lighten once more. "It's passing," he said a bit inanely before dropping his gaze and finishing his earlier thought by quipping, "That was fucking amazeballs, Taltos," and smirking slightly.