Wheeling Gull Isle There are darknesses in life

When he arrived he expected danger, but found nothing. The sharp intake of his own breath heralded the harm his racing had done; Firefly paused to look back at his hindquarters for confirmation that he'd torn open his wounds. He didn't need to, but it helped to hide the grimace that plagued his scarred face — and as he huffed a few breaths, he calmed himself down. As he turned to survey the surroundings again he heard a clear shout, and the defiance in that voice made his ears slick back.

Stay away from me! The girl all but hissed at him and recoiled from him, backing away like a snake coiling to attack. Her voice wasn't familiar; the words didn't phase him too much after they cut through the stillness, but Firefly found her cowering to be curious. He'd never seen a creature so pitiful that they were afraid of their own shadow.

Still, the stranger managed to gather some of her limited wits and went back on her own command — ( Who are you? ) — seeking information after so hastily trying to escape from him. Women — they were all hysterical. With a few huffs and puffs Firefly tried to regulate his racing heart, contain that animal thrill beneath his skin that had reacted to her screaming with such a visceral, defensive maneuver. 

He turned his hazy gaze towards her and snorted. Make up your mind, girl — keep away, or stay and chat while you get over yourself? I can't do both. If she wasn't in danger then he wasted his time coming all the way out here; he should've been resting, not bleeding for the sake of this miserable girl.