Whitefish River oathkeeper

The woman gave him the benefit of the doubt, which was a testament to her sex and something Firefly found unsuitably gratifying. He enjoyed watching the roughshod warrior have his opposition crushed, and when he rebutted with a warning all that Firefly could do was scoff and stare at the retreating figure - his blue eyes focusing a little too long on the man's rear end, not that Firefly was aware of his wandering fixation.

He looked to Ira when they were finally alone together and put on the best smile he could muster; but even then, it wasn't the most charming of masks, what with all his scars. I will do my best to stay far away from them. Kids really aren't my thing in the first place. If that's all it took to win the good favor of the wolves living here, he was content.

I'll familiarize myself with your claim - and get to work. He would wait for dismissal, and then move along.