The Floodlands flutterbat

it was a while before Laika arrived, but when she did, Cas trotted over to her joyously. "look at--" he stopped, taken aback by the pure incense of desire that wreathed Laika, not unlike the planets wore their moons like a gauzy scarf. the boy's eyes widened and his muzzle snaked out to take another breath of the intoxicating aroma.

all thoughts of what he and Shreya had discussed flew out one addled ear. he forgot there was a moose behind him. he forgot where he was standing was quite wet and soggy -- all he could see was Laika, glowing and radiant in an invisible haze of ... something wonderful. indescribable.

it was having a rather obvious effect on Casmir, but he didn't notice. "uhum," he grunted. "so ... what's up?" was the only wording his poor, blood-drained brain was able to muster.