mary ate a little lamb

As soon as it was clear Lachlan was definitely going to get the bulk of the attention Tyrian laid down and rolled onto the hip opposite of Lachlan to give the lamb room to stomp around. Just in case. He didn't want to get caught in the crossfire while the babe clumsily looked him over. Those hooves were sharp. A soft, crooked smile touched his lips as he watched the lamb stick out his neck to sniff at Lachlan. "Hm," he hummed teasingly. "That shyness? That's a lie." Three, two, one. The lamb dove for Lachlan just as Tyrian expected him to. There was a constant dull clatter of hooves as he investigated the new wolf thoroughly and then, not at all to Tyrian's surprise, the lamb was suddenly after Lachlan's ear.

Tyrian's faint smile blossomed into a smirk as Lachlan got to giggling and then he too started to laugh. Short little Lachlan was lucky the lamb had gone for his ear. He had a tendency to go under tall critters in search of a meal - which was a penchant Tyrian had experienced once before deciding he needed to keep an eye on the hungry beast at all times lest he be molested again in the hunt for a viable nipple. That incessant searching had led to more than one encounter where the pair went round and round; Tyrian sidestepping as fast as he could and the lamb chasing him with dogged determination.

"'Friendly' is one word for it," he said, still laughing. The scene was funny by itself, but Lachlan's laughter was what got him. "Careful, he's hungry enough he might take the color off."