Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

luke's breath ruffled the fur of his ear and lasher smirked at the playfulness with which his companion comported himself. "a thief. i have not heard that before," he rejoined, meeting the white wolf's bright eyes. "what brought you into the profession?" presently thirst overtook him; he invited luke to accompany him in the direction where a bright ribbon sparkled in the distance. 

"i am afraid i am rather boring compared to you and your illustrious pursuits," he jested again; the jokes grew easier to him each passing moment. it was the company, he decided; the blue pointed creature had a way of distraction about him.