Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

Luke eagerly leaned in to touch noses with Lasher, so welcoming of physical contact was he. "Oh I see," Luke said as he forward so that he might gaze upon the peaceful meadow when Lasher gestured to it. The grasses and colorful heads of flowers swayed in the gentle breeze. "It's lovely," he declared, grinning, as he and his and dark companion strolled.

The blue-nosed wolf sniffed deeply, audibly, at each different flower they passed, finding the various scents utterly pleasing. But he was a playful sort, and soon he nipped a large blue flower from its stem and proceeded to toss it into the air and catch it, over and over. Luke would likely never tire of these games, for he was a pup at heart. "I've been splendid," he grinned as he caught the flower between his teeth and turned his silver gaze to Lasher. "How about yourself? Did you ever try your teeth on an antler?" he asked.