Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

lasher watched half-lidded as luke approached, but his eyes went wide with the grip of the pale wolf's gentle tug. threshing against the pull of the water, the man lunged from its grasp laughingly, and shook himself on the bank before mirroring luke's pose with his own; falling into a play-bow, he hit the earth twice with his forepaws and leapt lightly at his companion, teeth sheathed carefully behind dark lips.

he aimed to butt luke gently against the shoulder, then dance away with careening, playful steps. eyes alight, lasher threw himself headlong into the game, tongue lolling joyously.