Lost Creek Hollow baby please come home.

Marshmallows from marshmallow cannons... nah I don't think wine had any influence at all! ;)

Luke was unaware of the stirring in his companion's belly, but aware of something tugging at his own self as she nuzzled him in return and licked his cheek. He paid it no heed however, gazing warmly at the druid with a wide smile upon his face as he settled to his rump. "It does feel longer," he agreed, though he could not fathom why and chocked it up to his lack of timekeeping and great fondness for the girl's presence. "Oh not too much," he said. "I've been teaching one of our newer members to fish. Ilya, the black female." His tail drummed. "How was your trip?"