Bearclaw Valley softer than an icecream cone in june

The stranger looked an awful lot like Wyatt, but as he drew closer with Laurel at his heels, Lucas began to spot the differences. Well, actually, the only difference was how big he was. The finer details were lost in his world innocence; he hadn't yet developed the critical quality of most creatures when observing others, so the fainter markings may as well have not been there at all. In fact, Lucas could hardly tell the difference between Laurel's fur colour and Issun's; discernment on that level would come later, as he widened his social playing field.

"Hi!" he greeted again, tail beating against fat hocks as the pair stopped nearby. His ears were cocked to the sides as he glanced back at Laurel for cues, and she helpfully supplied, "We're just on a walk," for Issun's benefit. Lucas aimed his beaming grin back at his pack mate and echoed, "jussa-walk!" while his forepaws drummed excitedly against the earth. "You walk?" he followed up, expectant blue eyes hitching on the stranger's pale gaze.