Bearclaw Valley softer than an icecream cone in june

"'Joyin'?" Lucas asked, tossing a questioning look back to Laurel, who for the moment let the other wolf have the floor. His eyes flipped back up to Issun's speckled nose and he drummed his hind paws on the ground as he admitted, "I likes th' sun." It was warm, bright and wonderful, all things that contributed to Lucas' continued good mood. He was an easy pup to please with anything that made him feel good: dancing, eating, laying in the sun, the sound of rain. "You mee' Wyah?" he had to ask, since the man looked so much like his brother.