Kintla Flatlands Open letter to hummingbirds

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he was both surprised and not to know that peregrine and fox had sustained the ecstasy of love, the fresh energy that accompanied the heights of a new relationship. he and the panther had been given over to it, at one time — perhaps they would have lasted as long, or longer, given the ability to do so.

he moved his paw to place it atop peregrine's now, the cool air lashing away the gathered warmth that had been there, but the gesture meant much to him all the same. we have, and i think that she is, but we will not know for another fortnight at least, lasher revealed to his former lover. it did not feel odd to speak of blue willow in that capacity, but he would remain vague to protect her quite developed sense of modesty, and he did not believe peregrine wished to know more than had been said.