Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

His nip became a light hold on his companion's velvet ear for just a moment before the earthen body shifted, taking with it the ear that slipped freely from between Luke's gentle teeth. His eyes widened in amusement as he watched Lasher spring back at him, becoming tangled in his own paws. He went down, and had the blue-nosed wolf been inclined to, he probably could have called on his nimble body to dance him away from his companion's reach and tripping feet. But Lasher took Luke's soft white ruff in his jaws and pulled, his dark furred legs weaving between the lithe white ones that supported Luke, and down he went too.

The bright heads of flowers splayed around them as the white wolf half landed upon his companion, draped like a plush throw across Lasher's chest. He was not finished yet, and reached to grab one of his companion's feet with a silly, exaggerated growl. To any onlookers, the two grown males might have been a pair of overgrown, carefree pups.