Firefly Glen Value

though he was a wild thing, he did not see a need to enforce such things with strangers that he passed in his travels. the dusted female might have lived a very different lifestyle than he, but that was all to be expected. the wolf of schugkill did not believe in bragging without demonstrative action, and he was not eager to expend his talents so early on. though he was a man, he differed in the sense that he was not easily fulfilled in the first five minutes. the wildcat was a slow and tireless burn, and he anticipated that he would remain as such until the fire within him was extinguished.

a question hung on the air that struck him as odd. he had passed a few on his treks through the wilderness, but he did not believe he carried the scent of many others on his coat. still, she inquired to him with a genuine enough tone that he believed she was curious to expand her knowledge. as was characteristic for the savage creature, he jerked his head just slightly to the right in a thoughtful manner and then frowned. “not much,” tusk offered her, though he did not appear as though he was put-out by the query. “one to the south who sought to claim the most wild portions of the mountain, and few loners in between.” all was true, and so the brute cast his lightless gaze back to the woman and waited to see if she should need any further answers from him.