Firefly Glen cosmic love

He wasn’t keen on sharing much. October didn’t take it personally, but she couldn’t help but wonder why the wraith hadn’t gone on his way yet if he was so disinterested in her. She shifted her weight as he spoke his name curtly, although she didn’t make much of an effort to commit it to memory. With the way things were going, she doubted anything meaningful would ever come of their encounter. “What will you do when winter comes?” she inquired in a gentle tone. She didn’t mean to pry, but her youthful curiosity sometimes came peaking through. She had never experienced winter without the security of a pack and therefore wasn’t sure it was even possible.