Whitefish River A Ton of Lashin' for Ashton

Ashton saw the emotional tide lightly dapple the softie, and the golden teens heart softened evwn more towards the comrade. Without even saying anything, the doctor walked up to the Taltos, and attempted a gentle nuzzling of his shoulder, a gesture of understanding.

The doc knew of pain of losing loved ones, and though the loss wasn't one of a lover, let alone recent enough to still cause that burn that seared him everytime he thought of her, just knowing his loss was almost enough to grab kindle for it. And knowing this Lasher was that Lasher, hell, that was nearly enough to light the flame.

"Aww, muchacho, he speaks only sweet words of ya, and he misses ya dearly. He was destroyed by that dude Dante's call on the seperation of us, and it ain't all that pretty in Per's eyes, neither."

Ashton turned his Verdes to the azures of his company, and understood how hurt the darkie coulda been at the though, so he chopped it.

"Is there something you want me to pass over to him, bro? Hell, anything ya want, ill tell him word for word."

The teen earnestly swished his thick dandelion colored tail, his desire to help this hurtin amigo in any way he could.