Firefly Glen watch the flames burn auburn on the mountainside

A king. Such a title was only spoken in stories to her, and she almost didn’t believe the wolf. Perhaps this was all an act, the alluring accent and formal speech all to play a trick on her. One thing that couldn’t be foolery was his sunshiny appearance, from the shimmery gaze and gold covered coat, there was no denying he seemed royal. 

His apparent worry with a lack of payment stumped her even more, not once was she paid for her healing and never expected it either. ”Pleasure to meet you,” The girl admitted, and in truth it really was. Act or not, this character was different. One that evoked a sun within herself that briefly shunned away the dimness of her mind. 

”No need to pay me, I simply want to help.” With that, she nodded. Padding off the find the tops of chervil roots sprouting tiny leaves in the snow. Fortunately, with the trees covering the Glen, snow wasn’t the deepest in Teekon. Not long after her departure she arrived with the root nestled in her jaws, dropping it to the ground before observing his wounds more closely. ”What happened?”