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Lasher. Luke's heart sank, tugged down by an anchor of guilt. Since the attack, he had not been able to think of the dark wolf the same, and yet a part of him knew just how foolish that was. Lasher had done nothing to him, and showed and offered him nothing but affection and love. He did not deserve the feelings the stirred within the white wolf's breast. But Luke had change irrepairably in the wake of the attack, and not even he was fully able to explain it.

"Ah," he said quietly, taking a few steps to walk with Casmir away from the den. "I know your Dad...." he trailed off, simmering down always allowed a bit of reason to take up residence in his mind. "Sorry," he said. "I'm a bit... protective, heh."