bear necessity

Tyrian frown as he studied the mark. Upon closer inspection it wasn't that bad and the eye was fine, just bloody. Like all head wounds the bear's slash was just bleeding a lot. It might need some stitches but he was the wrong person to decide that. If Lachlan needed someone Tyrian could offer Tashi or, if a langur's rough skills weren't good enough, he'd take him back to Fireside. They had skilled healers who could make short work of that wound. "I think you'll live," he said with his paw still touching Lachlan's crown.

”What would the best way to get your attention be?” At this Tyrian smirked and set his paw down. "I mean..." His smirk widened and then he shrugged, playfully dismissive. "Most wolves howl, but I have to give it to you, this was new. Props to you for creativity." Teasing aside, Tyrian was pleased to see Lachlan again. He'd assumed that what had happened at the party would stay there and that he'd never see any of those wolves again. And yet here was his first boy. Tyrian was not disappointed.

He studied Lachlan, sobering a little as he tried to suss out the smaller man's thoughts on...well, everything relevant to their relationship so far - or even if there was a relationship. They'd had something, but that didn't mean there was more ahead of them. "You're the gift that keeps on giving. Had all kinds of first with you," he ventured cheekily.