Firefly Glen Sayin' "who are you and where are you from?"

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Having another wolf—and a boy, no less—so near to her was unsettling. Her body refused to move, uncertain of where she could go and what she could do. Each time he exhaled, she felt his breath as it warmed her skin, comforting her in a way that she neither knew existed nor that she was in need of. She felt as if she could rest there, that time would cease and allow for her to spend as much of her time with him as she wanted without thoughts of Airi dangling over her like a blade. Time, however, stopped for no one, and especially not a child whose inexperience with simple interactions left her so distracted. She could not understand what was going on, but she also didn’t feel as if it was necessary for her to. As long as she was there with Tryp, his kindness wrapped around her, she doubted the need to evaluate everything that surrounded her. He was but a stranger, a wolf met by coincidence alone, and yet she found herself feeling safe with him there; perhaps it was his size, its sheer mass certainly capable of fending off any and all threats, or maybe it was something that could not be given a name.

As his eyes opened she became trapped, unable to look away for even a second. Again, he whispered, but she was without a response. The fact that he had started to lean closer to her had barely registered within her mind before their noses touched, resulting in the fur along her back raising whilst she jerked her head back. Startled, she hadn’t stopped to consider the way her actions might appear, though the alternate meaning soon settled into her thoughts and made her wince. “I am sorry,” she murmured, hoping to have not hurt his feelings. “I wasn’t expecting that…” In truth, she had not been expecting anything—not meeting him or speaking to him, and definitely not allowing him to get close enough to touch her. For every second that they were together, she seemed to experience something new and confusing, but also exciting and wonderful. However, Kaori could not deny that it was all a bit overwhelming.

Returning her head to its previous position, she gazed up into his eyes, questions swimming in the depths of her own. “Why did you do that?” she asked, not understanding the significance of a boop. From the time she could speak up until she had left, the flightless raven had undergone lesson after lesson in order to prepare her for life; these lessons pertained primarily to her family and culture, and less so towards actual interactions and the like. Out of all that she had been taught, a boop had never come up, thus leaving her oblivious to its meaning and why it was used.

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