Redhawk Caldera tyger, tyger, burning bright

AW, but tagging @Fox <3

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given peregrine's invitation, lasher departed the plateau with a gift of two freshly slain hares. despite the weather, their pelts remained soft, and would make apt bedding for the children when they were born. he arrived after midday, and gathered his confidence some feet away from the borders, apprehensive — he recalled well the last time that he had met the ruby here.

head tilted back, lasher lifted his voice into a summons for fox to join him. it was her prerogative to accept or decline; nevertheless, the hares were hers, and as he waited, he attempted to sort the muddle of emotions churning within his breast.