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Once more, Lasher did not keep him waiting long, and he rose to his paws with a soft whine as he spotted the dark coat of the plateau's beta moving toward him. His tail danced to an exited rhythm behind him, and his forepaws pranced in their place. Lasher embraced him, and he eagerly leaned into it, burying his muzzle into thick fur of his lover's neck and preening the fur there with fervent nibbles and nips. For several moments he simply bathed in the physical presence of the man he held so much affection for, before pulling back to hold his gaze, though not before he slid his blue tongue across the soft short fur of the wolf's muzzle.

"I'm sorry it's been a while," he murmured, his ears laying back. Not since the storm when he had come broken and bleeding to the plateau's doors had he been back. Remembering his offering, he patted the fish with a paw. "These are for you." His mouth turned up in an adoring smile.