so long as you're ok im ok

Luke knew that Saena was Peregrine's daughter, but did not know that Lasher's mate was her aunt. His lover kissed his cheek, intent to not let him go without being tended to in some form or fashion. He did not wish to bother the plateau wolves nor take from their stores, though his stomach burned with hunger for his injuries had hindered his own hunting; but he could not turn down yet another of Lasher's requests. "Okay," he conceded with a smile, moving to follow the earthen beta, shoulder to shoulder.

"I met Saena a while ago and developed a sort of instant friendship," he went on to share. "She's a beautiful, ambitious young woman. I hope she fared okay in the storm," his brows furrowed on this thought, concerned for her welfare but also realizing another down side to the wandering life of a loner. He had become attached to wolves who were destined to live apart, whereas if he had been in a pack, his closest ties likely would have lived with him. It pained his heart, and earnestly wished he could scoop them all to him, to live as one pack. It caused a soft sigh to pass his lips.