The Heartwood else shall eden have no springtime

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a shadow passed over peregrine's face, and while he could see that the panther struggled to stay affable, given their last meeting, lasher felt the welling of annoyance within him. the distance would have not affected his relationship with peregrine, had he been made welcome by the flame with which the panther was entangled. she had done no such thing; in his eyes, fox had trodden out of her path to assert herself above him and demand fealty, and he disliked her for it. she did not treat him with the affection he had intended for her.

you are upset, he mused softly. it would be best if he did not speak the names, especially as the sunshine-kissed redhawk healer was one of his intended paramours. straightening his spine, lasher regarded peregrine quietly. for a moment he had believed that the pair of them had moved past the obstacle in their way, but it was now apparent that the panther had not, and in some small way, neither had taltos, for he still found resentment toward the ruby in his heart. why?