Whitefish River A Ton of Lashin' for Ashton

Ash smiled at the spruce and shadow pelted man, a new friend that he would most likely not forget. The compliment hit him where every other did. Straight to the heart.
A soft reroute came after the nicety, and it pained the Doctor to hear the sentence.

"Lash, if we don't keep in touch, I don't think this smile of mine's gonna ever be as genuine as it's been today. You got a real special place in my heart, Bromigo, and I'd hate ta lose ya over the test of time. Maybe we can hang sometime soon? Go campin or huntin or even if ya wanna take a psychedelic trip with me on some of my Safe Shrooms, man, I don't even mind. Just toss me up word, and I'll be there as quick as a bird can tweet. Promise that to ya, Taltos."

The hippie actually contemplated giving the man another shoulder nuzzle, but didn't wanna press the feelz. Ash didn't know how far he could go, and not be able to turn back. Instead, he offered the tall, dark, and lovely a paw bump, and an affectionate,

"See ya around, Lash."