Firefly Glen she's sweet like candy in my veins

Meal scarfed down, the sheepdog was in much better spirits; confidence boosted not only by her successful kill, but the success she'd had in making friends (or at least, acquaintances) thus far. Snatching down the last bits of stringy flesh, she glanced up at the approach of another, noting the swinging tail and curiousity, and assuming this to be yet another potential friend, piped up a cheery, "hello!" Glancing once at the barren remains of her meal, she bounced to her feet, blinking through the snow at the stranger.