Lost Creek Hollow the milk is drying up

Fade here?

In Lasher's presence, he had been to consumed to contemplate the extent of his feelings. He lived them and enjoyed them, and knew his heart beat stronger and harder each time he saw the wolf who once dwelled on the plateau. Even in Lasher's absence, his thoughts had been more inclined to recall their playful chases and passionate embraces than to contemplate the nature of their relationship. It was what it was, and it was wonderful.

So those three little words were a bit of a surprise. He had lost himself in the druid's touches, reciprocating with his own, when the spoken love had pulled him from his demi-trance. He lifted his head to gaze quietly into the eyes of the dark wolf, and after several moments he smiled. "And I you," he said with a kiss to the top of Lasher's muzzle.