Lost Creek Hollow the milk is drying up

He expected a collision; intended for it, even. His feet were planted firm as he watched Lasher turn and come tumbling toward him, his shoulder and flank meeting with Luke's chest. The blue-nosed wolf seized the chance to tease a dark, silky ear with a few quick nips before he buried his face in the plush furs of Lasher's neck. He breathed deeply, enveloping himself with the other wolf's scent as he nuzzled, rumbling softly with affection and pleasure. Several moments he simply basked in the closeness, before he spoke. "How's it going?" He grinned foolishly.