The Heartwood else shall eden have no springtime

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likewise had lasher forged ahead when it came to peregrine. he would always love the man, and the panther had left a rift in his soul, but it was something comforted through focus upon other things. peregrine loved fox, and surely the spitfire carried his children now. he intended that they live happily.

he turned with a surprised look in his throat, but tail flagged happily behind him at the caldera leader's step. peregrine, taltos purled. it is a pleasure to see you. approaching softly, he paused a few feet from the raven male. murkwater eyes passed lightly over peregrine's handsome features; the presence of his familiar masculinity was enough to bring a higher beat to his heart briefly. how have you fared?