Firefly Glen watch the flames burn auburn on the mountainside

He spoke like a poem, his words floating into her ears like a song. It was mesmerizing, but also confusing. ”Why do you speak so bluntly?” The girl questioned, hoping he wouldn’t take it in offense. It was just beyond baffling to hear such straightforward compliments - it was clear this man was foreign. ”No ones ever talked to me like this before.” Were females wolves swept off their feet like this all the time? Was she just now experiencing something others do all the time?