The Heartwood lustmord and wargasm

"Great!" Luke said buoyantly, giving his newest companion a grin and a friendly shoulder bump as he fell in to walk beside him. Behind him his tail waved swayed from side to side, delighted to once again have company. To his delight, there had been no shortage of wolves since he arrived in this general area, making the transition between packs a lot less lonesome for the sociable wolf.

It was only a matter of moments before the other male made mention of his unique color point, and Luke chuckled warmly response. "Yep, not everyone is so lucky to be born with a natural icebreaker," he began, keeping his voice a bit lower as the two quietly trailed the monarch, "but I was born with three. My pads and tongue are blue too," to his he stuck his tongue out comically, curling it upside his muzzle before sucking it back in. "Name's Luke. Luke Bluenose, if you can believe it."