Big Salmon Lake summerlight [m]

Indeed, it was the nature of the wolf to seek a pack, and while he had found one he also had not at the same time. He was, after all, still a loner. If he was not so impulsive, he would have taken the time to think, to ask more questions, and he may have decided that it was not in his best interests to be left waiting for something that may not be or may be so far ahead in the future. Harlyn was dear to him and he would like to follow her, but he needed a pack in the same way a trout needed its water. He would be fine of course, and he was still optimistic that it would all work out. He just hoped it would work out sooner than later.

Before he could make any more comment, Lasher pressed into his throat, and he sighed. The touch was enough to empty his mind of those thoughts, affixing him firmly to the present moment. The corners of his mouth lifted, as his tongue played along a dark ear. "Oh yeah?" he drawled in a whisper, silver eyes drinking in the sight of the other man. "What would you do if I went and hid from you, then?" The devil alighted on his face, for his playful and affectionate natures were close companions, and they were not keen to separate. His tail slowly beat in the air, challenging, teasing.