-- a proverb by kat
he lifted his head from the grass, true mirth shaking him now. and when you are better, i shall take your offer of meat, taltos laughed, eyes shining in the dimmed shadows cast by the trees. their scents had faded somewhat, but peregrine was still redolent within his nostrils, and he hoped it would not fade for some time.
he appreciated the easiness between them — the camaraderie that had always been, and the softness that had sprouted following peregrine's succumb to lasher's invitation. but still the panther retained his strong masculinity, his appeal; he had not become less in lasher's eyes. he had become more.
and i will be most pleased to oblige you, taltos said softly, lifting himself from the grass to pad his way toward peregrine, reaching out quietly toward the leader's muzzle with a lap of salmon tongue.