mary ate a little lamb

In hindsight feeding Lachlan a lamb and then asking him if he wanted to meet one probably wasn't the best idea, but honestly he'd forgotten all about the orphan when he'd picked the barn and set things up. If the tyke had started banging around sooner Tyrian would have gone elsewhere and made a picnic of their dinner. Auntie Rhythm had been fond of a little den shaded by a wizened old tree and sheltered by a flattop boulder with a breathtaking view of the packlands. Sitting atop there with this spread and the setting sun would have been quite nice. That would have been a lovely, lamb free alternative.

With a knowing smirk Tyrian twisted around and reached over Lachlan to smack at the latch holding the lamb back. In doing so their faces were close for a second during which time Tyrian's smirk widened as he sought his date's gaze. He knew what he was doing. It would have been less work for him to turn the other way but in doing so Tyrian would have missed out on this proximity and chance for another blush. "This guy is a bottle baby so I wouldn't consider him a prime example of his species. They aren't usually so..." A round of banging drowned out anything Tyrian would had added so he had to pause and wait it out. "Full of piss."

The latch undone, Tyrian had just enough time to get his paw back before the now-frantic lamb shoved the door open and fell out in a jumbled mess on the floor. "Brace yourself..." If he had his guess it would be up in an instant and checking the wolves out. Lachlan's newness would likely be a fascinating thing so Tyrian suspected he would get the brunt of the lamb's curiosity. Absently, a perhaps a little impishly, Tyrian wondered if he should warn Lachlan about the lamb's tendency  to go nipple hunting.