Blacktail Deer Plateau Husks and shells

Finley's remark took him by surprise, though in a not unwelcome way. "Das righ," he replied, trying to ignore the painful twinge he felt when their banter reminded him of the way he used to talk with Atticus. "I'm not the bitch, though. I prefer to think of myself as a sexy mother fucker instead," he retorted without missing a beat, his mouth splitting into a grin. Never mind that neither Lasher nor Fox was a mother (yet) and that mother fuckers had been an epithet a moment ago...

"I like you," he announced a moment later. "You remind me of my brother," he added in case Finley took that the wrong way. "He and I always talked shit back and forth, before he had his accident..." His throat tightened and he almost licked his lips before catching himself. That would've been bad. "I like it when I can talk like this without offending anyone. It makes me feel... at home." Peregrine's grin widened, his teeth looking particularly bright. He would've made a good model for a beauty regimen commercial.