Whitefish River A Ton of Lashin' for Ashton

◆I do, I swear I hear Constantine calling my name, as we type. God save me, Eb, dear gebus.◆


Ashton barked a laugh at the dark dudes attempt at responding in the way he hipped earlier.
Like, Bruh.
This dude, nothin but rad.

Ash swished his tail, already eager at the prospect. The tall dude was chill, his kind eyes making the hippie feel more obliged to him. As sudden as a flying squirrel splatting into a tree, Ash recalled the words of his Alpha.
'Lover', 'Lasher', and a whole buncha other stuff dealing with the Dera and the Plat. This caused a pause in the swirling fan of fluffy fur on his rear.

"Hey, Lash, ya wouldn't happen to know a Peregrine, would ya? Dark dude, like you? Real stylish. With a Fire Babe named Fox?"

Was this the Lasher his Alpha spoke of?