mary ate a little lamb

Though unplanned the joyous little creature did much to bring a grin to Lachlan’s features as Tyrian tried to explain his evil ways. A grin played on his own rust features as he leaned slightly to get a better look between the gate. As he peered the young man leaned more heavily into Tyr’s shoulder, unintentionally but Lachlan still felt a thrill race through his middle at their close proximity. He wouldn’t shy away even as his offer was appreciated but turned down.

Lachlan wasn’t afraid of getting his paws dirty, but he was still recovering from a bonk on the head, and they both had more pressing matters to attend to. Like the perfect little dinner Tyrian set up for him. ”He seems like quite the pawful.” Lach chuckled as he looked back up to the king with newfound awe. Lachlan had seen companions and the like, but keeping prey animals like this seemed ingenious.

”I don’t think I could worry about anything tonight. Good food, better company.” Lachlan couldn’t help the dreamy air his voice took as he spoke. Again warming the pale tones of his fur with pink. The lamb knocked against the wood again and Lach chuckled, ”And a band.”