lasher should not have been surprised when peregrine burst into furious action, but he flinched nevertheless, moving closer to willow though a vaguely paternal, worried expression fell upon pura. perhaps it was important for the boy to see the violent click of his alpha's teeth, the flaring bristle of atticus' hackles. growls filled the clearing, emanating even from blue willow, who stood forth to deliver her own tongue-lashing to the unwise female.
he felt no pity for kaskara's plight, though could see that her heart was broken doubly. with a heavy heart, lasher regarded the plateau wolves gathered, settling his haunches to the ground with a sudden exhaustion stealing into his mind. he would be there for peregrine, to do what was needed of him — his life, his breath, his body were for the panther to command.