mary ate a little lamb

Tyrian was acutely aware of the growing pressure on his shoulder as Lachlan leaned into him to get a better look at the lamb. That of course played no role whatsoever in Tyrian's quickly shifting opinion that the lamb thing wasn't so bad after all. This was nice; he could work with it. Going with the flow was more his speed anyway and if he took a moment to actually look at the situation it would have surprised him how much he was trying to micro manage it. He sought control over the things that involved more than himself. Pack business was an area of his life he couldn't afford to be lackadaisical in, but in every other aspect he relaxed into a casual, natural whimsy. So why not here too? This felt kind of important...and it had him a bit flustered.

"You have no idea," he said with a playful sigh. "Someday soon he'll figure out the gate and then there will be no stopping him." The young sheep was a nightmare in the making. He may have started out small and bullied, but he was getting bold. Already he had picked up the habit of showing off his crown to those that annoyed him. Of course he was far too young for horns, but the fact that he was already inclined to scold probably said a lot about his budding personality.

Tyrian hummed thoughtfully. "Not what I would have picked for a band, but I suppose as far as animal encounters go today I think I'd pick him over the bear." He fell quiet for a second while he debated exactly how much of this dinner he wanted to lose to a lamb. In the end, since Lachlan appeared more interested in the baby, he decided to give up more ground. "Want to meet him?" Tashi would definitely be along at some point to take care of the lamb at which point Tyrian would hopefully be able to get things back in line with dinner. Ah, there was that control thing again. Maybe he wasn't as ready to relax as he thought.