Lost Creek Hollow the milk is drying up

lasher was caught off-guard by the sudden and brilliant dart of luke's pale coat toward him -- he stumbled back at the light touch in a sort of delayed reaction, but in the next moment he had cast off his consternation and dashed after the pale creature with a laugh. tongue lolling, he reached to thrust his muzzle against one pallid flank, streamlining his body to match the blurred speed of his lover's step, though he was forced to hold back somewhat, given the unfamiliar nature of the admittedly lovely terrain.