Big Salmon Lake summerlight [m]

When Lasher began to speak, Luke drew his paw back and folded above his chest like the other. He was attentive to each word, though at first he found it difficult to follow, and did not truly understand what he was being told. In time, he believed he would come to understand more of his enigmatic lover's origins. For now, after a pause to bestow a kiss to Luke's ear, to which the white wolf crooned, Lasher continued on, speaking of life at the plateau, of Peregrine and of his status as the beta male, and of his arrangement with one Blue Willow. He smiled sheepish then, and Luke leaned up to brush his muzzle against the darker wolf's, to reassure that everything he had said had been accepted openly.

Luke knew beforehand that Lasher and Peregrine had been lovers, and that Fox was involved in that too, but though he did not know that Lasher was currently involved with someone or that he had children bothered him not. He thought only of how he'd like to meet them, and then mused to himself how he never would have guessed his lover a beta male, but after his intense show today could see it easily. It was his turn to speak then, and though he shifted slightly, he remained where he was, comfortable on his back.

"I don't have as much to say," he began. "I was born up north to the beta pair of the pack. Standard upbringing. I had always wanted to strike off on my own, see the world kind of thing. I did so when I was a year and a half," he paused. In many cases he would skip over the subject of his late sister, but Lasher had been so open, he reciprocated. "I would have left sooner but I couldn't. My sister was killed when I was 5 months old, and I blamed myself for it, because she was following me when it happened. Some of the pack blamed me too. I stayed out of guilt until my mother encouraged me to go."

He drew a deep breath, releasing it as soft, drawn out sigh. "I was pretty miserable. I was depressed. I was angry. That was why my mother sent me off. So I could find my place, and my sun, and I did along the way as I travelled. I forgave myself, and learned to live life one moment at a time, to not take it for granted. Now I'm here," He glanced away. He pursed his lips and his ear twitched. "Now I'm here, and I thought I had found my place... but now I'm not so sure." He looked back to Lasher, his eyes betraying that he felt torn, torn between the pack he promised himself to, that did not yet exist, and the plateau that did. Torn between the druid with whom he shared a strong friendship, and the man with whom he had shared not only friendship but intimacy, and perhaps could share even more with.