Big Salmon Lake summerlight [m]

"You have a place with me."

For a long, quiet moment, he did not but rest his fond gaze on the man's face. He was not sure what to say, or what to think. There was but one thing he was sure of: that he was unsure, and that he needed to speak with Harlyn.

He rolled, shifting himself off his back to an upright position. He leaned in to press his blue nose firmly against Lasher's neck, to breathe his lover's scent. His teeth moved to comb the dark fur there then, slowly trailing to the man's shoulder as Luke's mind worked to untangle the weave of thoughts, questions, and emotions within. He picked a bit of grass from Lasher's ruff, then shuffled closer as he laid his head across the other's back with a deep sigh.

"I may come to you," he murmured, "but I do not know yet." He playfully nipped an ear, interrupting the soberness of the mood. "I thought I had this all figured you, you know," he mused. "Then you came along, with your elegant words and handsome face." His tail swept the ground in wide strokes, and he chuffed softly as a grin formed.