Ankyra Sound He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him.

She countered by directing her attention at his own wounds and the battered state of his scar-worn body. He huffed at the notion that the assholes on the cliff could tear him up this much - they'd done a number on him, but nothing compared to being nearly eviscerated by a cougar actually. Firefly still wasn't entirely certain about it. Considering how he'd frozen up when confronted with the scent in the grotto, he had to assume there was something deeper at work in that moment. He didn't want to think about it too much (he was eager for a distraction from those thoughts) but now he couldn't help but envision some dark shape in the woods dropping down --- and he lurches suddenly away from Rosalyn, scowling at himself.