so long as you're ok im ok

The plateau's beta confirmed what he believed he saw: that the worst of the storm had passed them over. He sighed deeply to hear that everyone was ok, for among their ranks was not only his lover here before him but his companion whom had not yet howled nor come to meet him. Perhaps she had not heard him, or perhaps she was out preparing for her own pack.

Lasher pleaded with him to stay, to be tended by his mate. Luke's expression softened into one apologetic. He could not stay, for his heart was drawn north to check on Saena, and for he knew how hard it would be for him to leave Lasher's side when Harlyn called on him. He did not know if he would find a permanent home with her, did not know if he could live apart from the man he was growing so close to, but he felt he should at least help her establish, that he should uphold his promise to do so.

His tongue flicked against Lasher's nose. "I look worse off than I am," he assured. "The wound on my head will close and my leg will not be sore for too long." He smiled warmly, drawing his muzzle to his lover's ear to nuzzled tenderly. "I need to go north. I would like to check on a friend of mine, Saena."