Big Salmon Lake summerlight [m]

Despite the turmoil of his thoughts and the weight of the decision he had to make, he was content to be here. He could have laid like this indefinitely, but Lasher rose to his paws with another idea. Luke slowly gathered his feet, bowing into a long stretch and shaking his pelt before he padded after the enigmatic plateau wolf.

"Where are we headed?" he asked as he nipped the dark man's flank. He moved past then so they could walk shoulder to shoulder. His head was turned, eyes focused expectantly on Lasher. He had to restrain himself, for he could feel it in his legs, the urge to frolic and romp, to play and be silly. But he wanted to see what plans his companion had in mind.