Firefly Glen 2 pesestas says we can’t

It was hard not to see the wolf, even as darkness began to consume the world. He was pale, and his fur seeeed to gleam in the sun's angled rays. His eyes matched his fur in paleness, similar to Damien and his brood in hue. 

Malcanthet smiled. Really, it had been a while since he had met someone so forward about his attraction. The Ivory wolf had only caught a glimpse of Mal, and he was already flirting.

It's a matter of time management, Though that was generous. He got in trouble many times when he was young just because of his proclivity to stare at pretty things. He had only gotten better at making sure he didn't get caught. Breaking the mystery already? He raised his eyebrows. I don't want to make it that easy.