Emberwood the art of barter

Luke bobbed his head to her response; he agreed with her. His mind was so open that traditions and ideals, while he respected them, did not rule him in any way. If it was something that felt good and brought happiness to him or another, he was the first to say go for it. "It's not just you," he answered. "I'd be for it." He thumped his tail on the ground, and let his mind wander for a moment, pondering life at Harlyn's side as two companions, leading a pack together - at least until Mordecai came around to the idea. It was not a bad idea. Such thoughts were fleeting as Smash began to speak again. His attention returned to her.

He grinned broadly at her, but before he could open his mouth to reply, he was pounced upon and fell backwards with the chocolate devil on top, crowing in his ear about her fine booty. "You have more than one?" he teased with a playful nip to her jaw. If she was down to get down, he would not be telling her no. For the moment, he left the reins in her paws.