Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

Luke grinned devilishly at his dark companion's words. Although it was said in jest, such a comment he could not let pass. That the blue-nosed wolf said he liked to sing and dance was a bit understated, he loved to do those things for himself and loved to do them more for others, sharing with them his energy, that it may be contagious in the best possible way. But he would wait, as Lasher stretched himself and regarded him with a gaze that for the moment, transfixed Luke, who found himself gazing back until his friend's eyes moved to the flowers around them.

"Fishing!" he exclaimed brightly. "And swimming. Oh, I am also something of a..." he trailed off, giving an exaggerated look around as he leaned down to whisper his 'secret' into his companion's ear. "...thief." Luke broke off chuckling for a moment or two, before elaborating on this passtime of his. "I get a kick out of swiping things from other predators." He looked to Lasher. "What about you?"