Lost Creek Hollow the milk is drying up

He knew Lasher would, as well as he knew that Lasher would not be able to throughout the winter. Deep snows and biting cold made it difficult to move about one's own home, let alone make a long trek to the other side of the wilderness. It required too much effort, and too much time away from the wolves that depended on you.

"I know," he murmured as his teeth sought the delicate skin beneath the plush furs of Lasher's neck. "I have a good excuse as an outrider to make a trip out that way too," he added with a lighter tone. "So tell me of this new home. What's it like?" Luke bumped his muzzle up against his lover's jaw.