well that just dills my pickle [MEETING]

The life of a shepherd meant that your world revolved around, well, sheep. Lachlan had fallen in love with his little ram lamb and that was just the end of it. They were just coming out of breeding season, the only time more busy than lambing but Lachlan hadn’t been through that craziness yet. Getting ram and ewe together was difficult enough. Lamby was kept a ram, but was still a little too small. Next year once he was of size, and his horns were more impressive, he’d get to run with the flock as well. Until then he was being a little butthead with Lach.

Still, they both knew they were better off keeping close. The little ram followed is master so when they arrived at the meeting they could sit close. Having a living breathing wool blanket up your rear was an advantage sometimes. Lachlan settled somewhat close to Tyrian, and not because of the booze like Valentine and Jupiter, but because of his affection for the alpha. He glanced at the wolves around them and leaned into the ram’s side as he began to chew his cud comfortably.