Fairspell Meadow courting baphomet

sounds good to me!

a bark roused lasher from his reverie, and he narrowed his eyes, turning toward the creator of the sound. the voice was vaguely familiar; the sun gilded the onlooker with gilded hue, and lasher drew near slowly, warily. his eyes softened as he recognized fully the gentle features of the once-aspiring caldera healer.

"ashton," he murmured, tail swaying once. halting a few feet away, he took the other's scent; it did not bespeak peregrine or fox, which perplexed the beta. "have you been away?"