Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

Luke's waving tail increased in cadence when Lasher told him that he had tried the antler, and had found it as delightful as Luke said it would be. It was unlikely his companion would become as antler-obsessed as he could be, but there was a specific pleasure he gained from being able to share a favorite thing with another and have them enjoy it too. "Glad to hear!" he beamed.

The blue-nosed wolf's gaze followed Lasher's, casting out across the meadow to where the world seemed to end, and an ear flicked toward his friend when he spoke. "Yeah?" he said, giving the other male a gentle glance. "Why's that?" he asked, softly. Some had wanderlust in their blood, others wandered when restless, perhaps troubled with emotion. Luke, already fond of the eloquent fellow, was concerned, wondering if something was bothering him.