Big Salmon Lake summerlight [m]

he was a pale ribbon in the nightveil; lasher rose to meet him with a low chuff and in turn wrapped his forelegs around the sinewed shoulders, his tongue and lips moving with abandon across the pallid, blue-eyed face. when their greeting had reduced itself from leaping flames to warm embers, the man smiled delightedly. "i am happy that you have come," he murmured softly. he had not allowed himself to expect luke's presence, and was pleasantly surprised that the man had arrived.

"what has occupied you these days?" he inquired, leaning forward to nip the bulb of one ear -- he was engulfed in luke's nearness, and maintained their physical aspect as often as he could in the moments that followed his question.