Lost Creek Hollow the milk is drying up

luke pressed himself unto the spirit's bosom, and lasher closed his eyes tightly, reveling in the tight embrace of their bodies. while such newness was greatly needed, for the sake of his pack, he already mourned the expanse of distance between them, that which would expand with the coming months. a dark foreleg lifted; he placed it over one pale shoulder and drew luke more closely to him, so that the other's cheek lay against the plush hairs of his chest, so that their heartbeats sequenced with one another. perhaps in this would they find some measure of peace.

"i will come to you as often as i am able," the druid whispered, though he knew the slash of seawater and snow would make this impossible in the coming season.