there was no malice, no hatred in blue willow; she reminded him of deirdre, as gentle and kind as a creature ever was. delight sparkled in his murky eyes as she spoke, as she accepted his gift. without a doubt he knew that had she been privy to the details of his relationship with peregrine, she would have accepted it in stride. atticus — atticus' response was not one of which taltos was sure.
but his attentions were for blue willow, and he settled himself with a curious expression. peregrine deserves happiness, as do you. the wolves of this place would not fare half so well without the two of you at the plateau's helm.
he motioned with a forepaw toward the goldenrod. what will you do with that? taltos inquired, wondering at her skill with plants and their separate parts.