Firefly Glen she deserves a crown, but where is it now?

I do not care for them. Once, a few months ago, she might have answered the same way, as she had been born and bred a pack wolf, knowing how best life truly was within a pack, with others to help and protect and hunt for you. But the freedom and independence that came with loner life far outmatched that, in her eyes.

She looked to the mountains where the girl pointed, her eyes flickering down to see her body move with a single word spoken in parting. Airi did not hold her — she had no reason to. This young girl had nothing but disdain for her and, what she should now consider, her people. There was nothing else to speak of with her. No bond, no connection. She shrugged, taking on last look at the mountain before she turned and left.