Firefly Ravine What A Man Can't Do

She followed his figure, still ready to run if needed, but it seemed she wouldn't need to. " Nothing at all. I tend to wander, and I ended up here,"  She looked down upon the foliage on the ground. Was it embarrassing? Not to have a pack? She never thought of it like that before, no one to depend on. She pawed at a leaf fluttering on the ground, and tore it with her nails, which where, embarrassingly long, due to the long amount of time that has passed since she last scraped them on something. She looked back up at the male, regaining her confidence, managing to keep a straight face. "What about you? What are you doing up here?