Lost Creek Hollow the milk is drying up

His lover was a keen sort, picking up on the white wolf's change in status before Luke could breathe a word of it. He winked, sweeping his tongue across the short furs of Lasher's muzzle. "Yep, can you imagine? Those crazy wolves have trusted me to be their beta!" He beamed. He was honored to have been offered the role, and although he had never been an ambitious sort that was driven toward leadership, he was happy to accept. It gave him a renewed sense of purpose, of responsibility, and curbed his restlessness to a degree. "I was not expecting it," he shared. "So how's the plateau? Still a plateau? Hasn't changed into a mountain?" He chuckled.