Lost Creek Hollow Framed! Art joke. Continue.

the sound of ashlar’s voice was one that caused the boy’s rear end to wag wildly. he moved with such force that it was an easy feat for him to spin around and plop down onto his rear as if that was what he had planned all along. his boyish features were stretched into a wide smile as his friend plodded toward him on longer limbs than aengus had initially remembered. he wondered if he looked all that different to ashlar, or if he hadn’t changed all that much. trying not to get sidetracked by his own thoughts, the bull rose back up to his paws and bounced twice with an excited nod.
 
“yeah, ash! lesse who can catch the most!” aengus encouraged in a loud voice. it would do them both well to practice their budding hunting skills so that they could prove just how close they were to being able to going out with the other adults. surely, ashlar had to have been itching to tag along on his first real hunt too. it was mostly all that aengus could think about. he knew that he was still a bit too young, but he was going to be damned if he didn’t at least try to prove himself.