Duck Lake spare me from this limbo

LOLing at Harlyn's possessive cameo in the thread with Lasher. ;)

We're close, she said and he tingled with excitement, from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail, down to the tips of toes. How she knew did not matter to him, he went with the flow of things, in this case her uncanny perception. Others may be skeptical, may look at her wondering what strange herbs she had gotten into, but not the blue-nosed wolf. He was willing to believe that she sensed something he could not.

His paws moved quicker in time with her until they stood atop a hollow. Statuesque trees drew both of their gazes upwards, and simultaneously their attention was piqued by the comforting cadence of water flow, and the sound of life among the forest. Luke's tail began to bat the air, swatting his companion's rump as he stood astride her in reverence of this place. The pair slipped into the woods, then.

"I think you were right..."