mary ate a little lamb

If their current trajectory was followed Lachlan could hope for a lot more dates, including lamb free sunsets looking out over the territories. For now, getting a taste and then meeting the live version didn’t phase the rust marked wolf. Lachlan was a hunter and had no illusions about what he had to do to survive. Nor would he hold any moment of this surprising night against Tyrian. Lachlan was enjoying himself.

He was already grinning but as Tyrian shifted he hadn’t expected the sudden closeness. His ears suddenly grew red as he blinked back bashfully and felt his belly flutter. He was given a small warning, and even if he hadn’t wanted to be introduced it didn’t seem like the lamb was going to let them have peace. Lachlan flinched sympathetically as Tyr was forced to pause before finishing his thought and finally releasing the beast.

Lachlan let his attention shift to the gangly creature, it was covered in curly thick wool and barely had control of its long legs. His face was mostly dark, but he boasted a few endearing freckles. Persistent, but adorable. Tyr warned him one more time and Lachlan did as he was told, bracing against Tyrian as the lamb found his feet and didn’t hesitate to nose his way over. Hesitantly he reached out his nose and sniffed wildly as he nearly touched Lachlan’s own nose. Once the lamb was satisfied it knew who Lachlan was all bets were off.

The little ram was suddenly very nosey, rooting up under Lachlan’s chin at first, until he realized how much smaller he was than Tyrian. Lachlan was more surprised than anything as the lamb suddenly vaulted up his shoulder to start suckling on his rad tinted ear. Lachlan started to giggle, which grew into laughter that continued at the absurdity of it. Like a lamb trying to use his ear as a teat was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. ”He’s so…” Lach could hardly breath with how hard he was laughing now, ”Friendly.” And the giggling continued.