lasher came to him, then, brushing his muzzle against the panther's as his throat tightened with the horrible memory of the tiny body that lay beneath the earth scant inches away. two of the lilacs bruised with their connection, and the sweet fragrance filled the air — he recalled that mary beth had been laid to rest surrounded by lilacs. with a glance to the devil, taltos lay down his flowers, their gentle purple standing out against the raised loam that formed osprey's last resting place.
he breathed silently for a moment, but in the next he was alongside peregrine, seeking to draw the pain of the other into himself with gentle preening, a soft, low hum vibrating briefly in his throat, the sound of grief restrained. but presently his own eyes filled with tears, yet he did not pull away. he would be that which peregrine needed in this moment.