Zeke stared at the grease stains on his beast-hide coat, his face turning green before Luna's eyes.
Luna noticed a glimmer of green light at his fingertips and quickly grabbed his wrist, comforting him: "It's fine, just change when we get back. Don't fuss like the pups. I'll save some venison in the pot for you."
The green light at Zeke's fingertips instantly faded, and a warm, soft feeling spread from his wrist.
He looked down at Luna's hand on his, her slender pale fingers sharply contrasting with his defined knuckles.
His emerald eyes darkened, Adam's apple shifting, but he only murmured a low "Mm."
In the firelight, Luna suddenly noticed that the tips of his ears were tinged with a suspicious blush.
"By the way, Zeke, why are you back so early? Did you finish things at the Salt Lake?"
She let go of his wrist and turned to ladle the venison.
