Kintla Flatlands Open letter to hummingbirds

If his words had hurt Lasher, the male didn't let it show. He invited Peregrine to speak openly and the swarthy Redleaf-DiSarinno found his mind wandering back to the caldera, where his wife awaited his return. He wondered if she would be happy to see him or if she would give him the cold shoulder. Either way, he would apologize to her too, of course. He pondered this a moment, then his attention snapped back to the present.

"That was the first time I ever spoke crossly to Fox," he admitted. "I feel like... the honeymoon phase came to an abrupt end. And it's my fault. I just hope... we're not in for a bumpy ride from here," Peregrine mused. He sighed, not sure of what to expect when he finally made his way home to the caldera.

"But enough about me and my inability to conduct relationships. How are you and Willow? Have you...? Is she...?" It made his throat tighten to think of them intertwined—an inevitable mental image—but he truly supported their union and the children it would produce. He even looked forward to it, despite all the raw emotions going around lately.