Blacktail Deer Plateau the dolls

taltos watched worry spread across dante's face, and not for the first time, he wondered about the gentle veneer of the man and how, why it had come to be. his own gaze softened. "not unless she has told him. i feel as though i am operating from a loss, and a seemingly jealous place, to find friction with fox. peregrine knows i disapprove of her place in leadership, and how hastily he elevated her."

his ears wavered, slipping back to cup his skull briefly at dante's suggestion. "i caution you against it. if her dealings with me and the willow are any indication, she will not take kindly to anything she deems criticism. it may go badly for you. but the suggestion is appreciated, dante."

lasher himself would eventually approach his panther, for he adored peregrine, and would abide the possible anger that would arise from not having been informed at the moment of the conflict. but unless the devil took his wench in hand, the problem would persist, and worsen when fox spawned her children.

worse though, was the thought that fox had only agreed to enter a mateship with peregrine to supplant him, for her ambition knew few limits. the idea of his lover being used in such a manner caused lasher agonies of sorrow and rage; the only solution in his mind was for the ruby to be put out, but that was unlikely to happen.