so long as you're ok im ok

Last post for me :)

Mother hen's ruffled feathers were slow to flatten, but she relented and wished him well and bid him to drink lots of water. He grinned. His affinity for water would serve him well in her request. He returned her nudge with grateful warmth, aware that she was irritated that he would not stay, and hopeful he could make it up to her. He did not question her expertise; but his heart felt strongly in its mission.

She left, and Lasher groomed his cheek. Luke's lead leaned toward him, relishing in the touch. "I promise," he murmured, turning then so he could hold his lover's gaze. "Thank you." He ran his blue tongue across the bridge of Lasher's muzzle as he rose to his feet, and brushed his muzzle along the man's back as he moved past. He departed to the north, then, hopeful that he may find his companion well.