Redhawk Caldera scholars will but nourish evil

When Lasher responded with a wave of his tail and a comment that could only be seen as pleasant, Fox gave him a sidelong glance. She had tried to make amends with him—she really had—but he had refused them in one way or another, and she could only ever assume that it had been jealousy. He had no right to it now, and perhaps that was his reasoning for being pleasant. “Thank you,” she said after a long, drawn-out silence between them. Pleasantries had never been her forte, but she was willing to provide them if it meant keeping Peregrine happy. That was her ultimate goal; they were bound by the laws of nature.

If things had gone differently, if Lasher was not intending to sire bastard children, perhaps she could have thought of him differently, now that they were away. But it was one of the few things she could not stop herself from passing judgement on. She made no comment of it, for such atrocities were far away from her now, and while she had been known to stir the pot on numerous occasions, she was beginning to tame her ways. Not for herself, but for the health and safety of her future children. They had not yet been conceived, but she knew that it was in her best interest to remain free of injury and enemies if she was to keep them safe.