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Tyrian's smirk blossomed into a lopsided grin as he watched Lachlan become flustered again; his pale skin turning a bright, pleasing crimson once more. That was exactly the kind of reaction Tyrian had been hoping for. It was just so...wholesome. Pure, unjaded, etc. So different than what he was used to. His family, both his blood relatives and the unrelated members of his pack, were by and large rough and tumble sorts. They did not blush easily and were more likely to hit him back with a witty retort than anything else.

Lachlan mentioned that he really wanted to hunt for him and Tyrian shrugged good-naturedly and smirked again. "I guess that means we'll just have to have another date once you're all healed. For now..." He got to his paws and looked towards Fireside. They were awfully close to home and knowing the locale as he did, Tyrian knew for sure he could provide a good meal. After a beat he glanced back at Lachlan. "How about I get dinner this time? I know just the place."

Dining with a gaping wound wouldn't do. That was hardly romantic. Thankfully Tyrian had a number of healers on hand who could look at Lachlan's wound including Tashi, his langur. "But first, how about we get that looked at?" he asked as he motioned to the head wound.