Big Salmon Lake War paint

Luke's ears fanned back, not because it bothered him what Peregrine said, but because his companion was right. He tended to ignore its existence, but there was a part of him, a rational part, that wanted to rescind his offer to be a founding member of Harlyn's pack. But his heart was a soft one, and he was found of the druid. He believed it was in his right to change his mind, just like he believed that it was nature for wolves to come and go from packs they were previously loyal to, but he also still held on to hope for the pack yet-to-be. For how much longer though?

"You're right," he murmured. "I told myself that if nothing's happened by the end of fall that I'd settle down elsewhere. I don't know for sure that I could even go that much longer, but..." he shook his head. He deigned not to linger on these thoughts for long, for they brought him down. "Anyway, I'll keep your offer in mind." Gratitude was evident on his countenance. It truly warmed him that his dark companion believed he'd make a good addition to his family.

"Interesting adventures? Ahh," he drawled, casting his gaze skyward as if his memories were up there for him to choose from. The only thing truly noteworthy that had happened was his new relationship with Lasher, but he was not prepared to share that with the earthen man's former lover. "No, not really." He furrowed his brows, and then smacked the ground with his paw. "It's getting pretty damn boring out here actually!" He laughed, despite the frustration evident in his exclamation.