Firefly Glen dreaming about the things that we could be.

He couldn't hide a chuckle when she bantered right back; because it was funny but also because he was relieved that she was easing up now. "Well, there's something to work towards," he joked back. He couldn't imagine it had to be easy being away from home for such a young wolf. For a moment he thought of his own children, only a bit younger than she, but he pushed it away. She was old and mature enough to make her own decisions. And the fact she didn't mention her pack was a decision in its own.

The subject turning to his mountain was something he wouldn't say no to — he loved talking about his mountain. "Almost, last year," he said; "But not yet, so there's still some work to be done there. I'm hoping to reach it this summer." Last summer he had failed, but he had gotten to know the mountain better and had gotten higher than before. This summer, he knew the ways of the mountain and maybe at last he would stand upon its magnificent tops. "You the mountain-climber type, Key?" he asked with genuine interest as he looked back at her.