Firefly Glen born of cages

He didn't like this. The entire situation reeked of something unpleasant and, while he was entirely content without prying into the details, he was extremely uncomfortable with the girl prattling off apologies to him while her body trembled with unspent emotion. She was... broken. There were pieces of a personality scattered about, but it didn't take a genius to understand she was coming from a darker place. The aggression and, now, the shyness—the fear. 

Rian towered over her like a shadow and, unknowingly, bore the queerly similar image of her demons. 

A furative glance was spared to the hillock she'd descended and he searched the darkness for any signs of life, but found nothing but shadows. He drew his lips back into a tight frown, and exhaled through a soft groan. "No," he replied with a skeptical quirk of his brow. "but I wasn't sneaking, either." the yearling remarked. Facts were facts, after all.

"Do you often bullcharge strangers for fun?"