he had brought flowers to the little one's grave each day, and spent any amount of time required of him in peregrine's presence, his embrace. though he would not judge the panther for his unwillingness to make known their relationship, some small part of him longed to kiss his lover in the open air of the plateau, to take their pleasurable moments without apprehension that they might be caught.
for now, he was in search of beautiful things with which to gift peregrine and the willow, and the surely lingering spirit of osprey junior. having an affinity for the array of flowers to be found in the summertime heat, the delta had roused himself from the coolness of his den to gather a bouquet, and presently trotted through the woodland with various blossoms dangling from his jaws, their sweet scent rising in his nostrils.