Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

Lasher confirmed Luke's suspicions, and the blue-nosed wolf shifted his mouth. His eyes moved from his companion to scan the meadow as the other spoke again. He, too, found comfort in beautiful things not only when he was bothered, which thankfully was not often these days, but when he was content as well. The old saying about taking time to stop and smell the roses was sage advice, it did the mind and soul an indescribable goodness.

"I am the same, and I like to sing, and dance too," Luke commented softly. The white wolf had no concept of endorphins but he knew by experience that singing and dancing also elevated his mood, lending an energy to him that could not come from sustenance alone. "But if you need an ear," he continued, once more looking to his companion, his eyes holding on the side of Lasher's earthen face, "I've got two." A warm smile alighted on his lips, and gently his tail swayed.