mary ate a little lamb

He didn’t notice the tension in Tyrian’s shoulder, even as he leaned more heavily against him. Lachlan had no idea the importance that the king was putting on these moments, outwardly he looked just as calm and cool as ever. Lach wasn’t even sure he’d seen him flinch when the bear had been right in front of him. Tyrian was steadfast and strong, two qualities that drew the Valentine boy in. Tyr went on to better explain the young lamb, a pawful and sure of himself. Definitely a little ram. Lachlan chuckled alongside his date as the mention of the bear earlier came up.

Lachlan rubbed his head a little where it was still a bit sore. Whatever the monkey had put on his wound certainly helped and it didn’t feel inflamed or warm. ”Me too,” Lachlan added, not ready to tango with a bear again anytime soon. He wasn’t really built to be a fighter, average in height and build he didn’t stand a chance against most larger predators one on one. Yet again he was thankful for Tyrian’s quick action, he might’ve lost a lot more than a bit of skin if he hadn’t shown up.

”If you want to introduce me,” he grinned as he looked back up to Tyrian bashfully. ”I’ve never… Met a sheep before.” Already Tyrian was back to showing him another round of firsts. A little excited thrill raced up Lachlan’s spine as he wondered what else his date might have hidden up his sleeve.