In which we shall pretend that Lucian and Sonja managed to run away just fine. >.>

Sonja's brows rose as she watched the neighbour's flock flee, their guard dog getting to his feet slowly - looking rather puzzled - and trotting off after them.

She glanced around to find Lucian slouching up to rest against the fence, frowning and looking after the fleeing sheep, and Sonja laughed, moving to join him. She wound her arms around him and nuzzled his shoulder, feeling a curl of pleasure from the throb of his heart beating under her forearm.