Firefly Glen missing you is a reptilian crawl

Libeccio jerks his head upright as she brushes past him. He swings it around so that his eyes may follow, and reveals a thin line of pearly teeth as a warning. Her response was expected, considering how callous he normally was, but he didn't appreciate the hedging. It wasn't like he'd ever hidden anything from her—he had nothing to hide. It gave her little reason not to trust him. Nothing in his life was ever worth a damn, but he knew she had secrets to keep; ones that would never, ever, see the light of day again.

He doesn't shadow her as she walks stiffly past him and instead observes in irate silence; her gait is unrefined and clumsy, but not because of her euphoria. Rather, he could not conjure a memory of her ever moving with such aggressive locomotion. The red-kissed brother sighs when she reveals that she is, in fact, alone out here and caring for an injured associate. "So make one," He offers simply as he moves to join her again while alluding to her previous band of miscreants and deliquents. "I'm sure there's bound to be a ton of young wolves looking to find a home now that the snows finally fucked off." He remarked with a twist of his russet ear.