Lost Creek Hollow Meet n' Greet

Of course! :)

Her idle chat did not fall on uninterested ears; she held his attention and he hummed in agreement at her commentary on the blessings of the season, for he was a creature that also appreciated such things. His eyes roamed around the hollow and the colors of fall around them as she spoke, but when she touched on the subject of death, his gaze was returned to her. He saw the scar as he lifted her head, and wondered at it, but he did not question her, offering her instead a simple nod. Death was a part of life, it was not strange to think on it, although he preferred not to.

She apologized, and he shook his head, releasing a puff of air in a soft exhale. "Not boring me," he quipped as she shouldered him. He gently pushed back. "You can talk to me whenever you feel the need, and about any subject. I'm always down to listen." He grinned. "You're in a pack now, so you should never feel lonesome. Feel free to tag along on patrols or hunts, or help me with the caches, and heck," he rolled his shoulders as he continued, "feel free to sleep next to me if you want some extra warmth and the comfort of another." It was perhaps odd to make such an offer, but there was no hidden meaning in his words. It was a platonic invite, one not out of character for the affectionate Luke, who preferred to be close to others, and to touch.