Lost Creek Hollow the milk is drying up

always time for a Lasher thread!

He stretched out as he rose from his bed, his forelegs reaching as far ahead of him as they could, his back arched deeply. He was refreshed after his nap, but still a yawn broke free of him, just as his lover's howl sang above the woodline for him. It was an unexpected summons, and he hurried his paws along to the borders.

He was silent. For once, he intended his sort-of stealth, choosing not to bark or chuff or otherwise alert Lasher to his immediate presence, though it was possible the plateau wolf would catch a glimpse of his bright coat or hear him or something or the other. Nevertheless, he rushed from the relative cover of a massive tree, charging right for dark man. His teeth flashed to nip at a flank, and he made to dart away into a game of chase should he not be stopped before he could.